Lately

I've done a huge amount of gardening lately, and have spent many hours running through the programme for next week's concert. That is getting very close now, but I think I'll be fine. I do feel very tired and am aching considerably. I really shouldn't be doing so much, but sometimes forget how much older I'm getting.
Early yesterday evening I was just getting ready to eat my dinner, and then the horrifically loud music started, and the overactive kid started screaming and shouting. I had to eat my dinner sat on my bed. I could still hear it all, but not so loudly.
After dinner I went back to the front room, had a fag and tried to stay calm, but I couldn't. I decided to treat them to some music, for a change. I started with Webern's Five Movements, op.5 and concluded with Rossini's aria Non Piu Mesta from La Cenerentola, all at full volume of course. All had become quiet downstairs. I can only conclude that the neighbours had ernjoyed my choice of music, and were eager to hear more. But that was enough of the music. I settled down watching documentaries instead.
I went to bed at half past nine. A few hours later I was awoken by very loud music. (I use the term 'music' very loosely. It mostly consisted of loud thuds, with an out-of-tune 'backing', and someone babbling at the top of their voice above it all. Horrible). It sounded like a party was in progress in the disused garage opposite to where I live. It took me ages to get back to sleep, and I eventually woke up feeling like crap. To cap it all, my landlord is now charging me a lot more for the privilege.