Since nine in the morning there has been the sound of a loud voice from the neighbours balcony. The man does not realise that he is drowning every other subtle sound in this sunny area between the streets, that has been all built up with mews and supplementary housing over the years. The sound of his magisterial pontificating is not as loud as clamour of the bells at a quarter past nine and again at half past.
Make breakfast, enjoy it, having closed the window to dampen the neighbours yap. Then take the stuff down to the dishwasher and empty the clean crockery and cutlery into its respective spaces.
Then take a shower to wash away the night.
The blood pressure is higher than it should be, perhaps this is the annoyance at the neighbours loud talk. But it could be worse.
He might have been a heavy metal fan, that neighbour.
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