I had a lovely evening. Unsurprisingly I ended up having curry for dinner, but I really did enjoy it. I was over the moon, so I went for a walk up to the foreign supermarket for a couple of pints of good cider. When I got back I put on Lady Godiva Rides Again. Although the people upstairs were being uncharacteristically quiet, I stopped the film when I heard noises outside. It was the voices of the kids' upstairs father, plus the strange bint that appears whenever he does. Her voice goes straight through me; high-pitched and unmodulating, rapid staccato with strangulated, nasal vowels. I enjoyed hearing these individuals for once. I sat listening to them for at least an hour, while he was doing all the graft and while she nagged him continuously. Lovely! It was much better than the film.
After these people had driven off, Madam spent well over an hour bellowing on the phone. That cheered me up too, rather the thought that she might be hacked off cheered me up. At 11pm I heard her scream out "Shouldn't you two be in bed?" The kids didn't go to bed though. They sat in the living room talking to the very same mother who had just complained about their being up so late.
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