Yesterday

When I got home I had some toast (very exciting?) and had a run-through of a pair of Scarlatti sonatas. Then I read a bit, before deciding it was probably time to eat. I started a pillao at 6pm, and while it was cooking upstairs kicked off. It was loud until just gone half past seven, and I mean loud. Not just the stampeding around. Not just the kids shouting and screaming. Not just the adults shouting and screaming. This time there were some very loud bangs that made my ceiling shake. I suppose it might have been the kids jumping off something onto the floor. Whatever it was they all seemed to find it hilarious. After it stopped I waited a bit and had my dinner at a quarter to eight. Then I started reading. Then a little while afterwards I had to stop. She's got a new boyfriend now and I have to listen to all that, and she can't even do that quietly. She can't even be bothered to do it in her bedroom. Perhaps she's worried about waking up the brats. So I get it directly overhead. If it were just that I'd probably find it rather funny. However I don't find it at all funny, not on top of everything else. The woman is a fucking nuisance, and I'm beginning to detest her and her family. I can't wait to be able to move.  Bed at half past ten.