If it’s not in the middle of the night, then it’s definitely early in the morning. Whatever happened to peace and quiet? I leave home for school around 6:30 am and they’re slamming their doors, car boot, rioting, shouting and clattering – just to take out the garbage. And of course they end their melodious harmony with the screeches of their rusty gates.
At about 5:30 in the afternoon, I come home to be another target of tone deaf composers when they start playing the game of hits: football. Laughter and shouts (not the happy kind but the one surrounded in the pain) starts filling the air. And every now and then, if I get lucky, shatters of glass, car alarms and dogs barking madly accompanies the symphony. Since it is the football season, it’s like coming home to a stadium. Earplugs anyone?
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