On the way home from the supermarket, the person I went to dinner asked me round for a cuppa, so I went. Then it was home for a lie-down. I didn't fancy eating so I managed to finish the Tim Hitchcock book, still feeling quite odd.
At twenty past seven the loud music started, and it was loud. I got up, got dressed and went outside to get away from it. So did my next-door neighbour. I saw her downstairs. The music stopped at nine. The children ran round completely out of control, screaming and shouting until twenty to ten. I sat up until eleven feeling very stressed, and my arms and face feeling quite painful.
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