Three-part counterpoint

As I was trying to get to sleep last Sunday, the seagulls found themselves in full voice. They made a terrible din. At the same time, I heard the woman upstairs shouting at her child. She had a voice like a foghorn and sounded as if she were in my flat. Meanwhile a motorist was having difficulty in getting his vintage car to start, and it was parked just by my window. The whirring and clattering noises went on for at least twenty minutes. If I'd had the foresight to record it all, I could have presented it as an original composition at a contemporary music event.