Evenings

I've had two horrible evenings with the people upstairs. It was loud, and just went on and on. Last night I think I heard those people vandalising their flat. I heard the little girl shout excitedly "I've broken the leg off", followed by shrieks of adult and juvenile laughter. I heard ripping noises, either of fabric or of strips of wallpaper, each noise followed by peals of merriment. I heard the man cheerfully showing pictures of Hitler to one of the children. They will be gone the day after tomorrow. I can't wait.