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They were scarily quiet again. I couldn't really settle down, and waited for her to start at any moment. There were minor stampedes at various points in the evening, including a bad one at twenty past nine. Madam was on the computer games, so there were the periodic outbursts of the most terrible music with a booming bass, I suppose whenever she finished a bit of the game. That was horrible. It seeped through my ceiling and down the walls like a lorry-load  of mould.
When I went to bed I listened to Panrace Royer's book of harpsichord pieces. They are delightful. I must start playing them again. My sleep was disturbed by dreams of two of the things I'd needed to discuss during the day. The first subject was my old job, and I kept getting the most horrible flashbacks. I also dreamed about my upstairs neighbor. In one of the dreams I was in the courtyard of our flats and saw a woman and a man moving their furniture out. I didn't recognize them (and that is also true in real life) but the woman came over to me and said "We are the noisy cunts upstairs, only we haven't been living there". She called over a group of slummy-looking young people who said that they didn't like being complained about. Up at about half past six this morning.