The noise was atrocious all evening. There was stamping and stomping and crying, and the noise of trumpeting elephants. The last noise I heard last night was the toddler crying. The first thing I heard this morning was the trumpeting sound, and the second was the kid crying. And so it goes on.
I went into the front room for me coffee and fags, and enjoyed the beautiful sunny morning. While I was doing so I heard the sound of a throat being cleared, coming from upstairs. Then I saw the contents of what he'd just gobbed up go plummeting past my window. Ain't it lovely.
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