It's eerily quiet in my road today. No vans, no builders. I wonder if there hasn't been some kind of disaster that's wiped everyone out - Celine Dion releasing an album of classic yodelling songs, maybe. The annoying thing is that after months of struggling to stay asleep (with a reasonable amount of success) through all the jackhammer sounds and people shouting at Arthur, I was woken up at 7am this morning - 11am is my normal target - by a wasp buzzing outside my window. That's pretty pathetic.

It's awful to hear, as I did through the walls, your next door neighbour crying. No, not crying...sobbing, wailing. In distress. The kind of sob that says "I've just hacked my husband to pieces and there's blood all over my favourite twinset and pearls".

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