I bumped into my neighbour this morning, and she asked me if I knew anything about all the noise from upstairs. I told her what I'd been going through. I felt quite relieved that it wasn't just me that had heard it. Apparently people along the corridor had also been bothered by it.
On that subject, the Swing Low, Sweet Chariot stuff started at twenty past eight this morning, but luckily their window was closed. It was still loud enough to bother me though. The image came to mind of a person puking up with a smile on their face. That's what the 'music' sounds like.
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