Two teenagers just came knocking on my front door, to let me know there is to be a big, all night party next door. “That’s okay” I said with a strained smile. One of them said ”Um, we mean LOUD music.” “No worries” says I with a wince. At least they had the common decency to forewarn us. I can still remember the one or two similar parties I held in a different life, and I cannot find it in my heart to begrudge them. How I shall feel at three in the morning, remains to be seen. Bless
Later on and the music can be heard at the end of the road. Thankfully, the walls of our house are pretty thick and the noise level is tolerable. What a shame there is just rubbish on the telly.