Yesterday was different to normal. The people upstairs didn't start shouting, crying and banging at six o'clock. They started at ten past four instead. Well, at least that shows a bit of originality. My heart sank. I expected the performance to go on all night, but not a bit of it. It went quiet after about ten minutes. I was on tenterhooks, waiting for it all to start up again, but it didn't.
They made up for it this morning though. I woke up to a virtuoso display of shouting, grizzling and crying. The woman has a particular way of pronouncing the word 'no', employing three different vowel sounds, rather like 'nay-eee-ooooo'. I could give her such a slapping when I hear it. It makes my blood run cold.
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