....Trying to stifle my creativity!
Last night I had this idea out of the blue so I started on it while I was in the mood. A few minutes in I hear a plaintive *Cocooooo* what's that clicking? Then I start drilling. Drilling's taking ages so I give up and go downstairs.
Evil mother: So you've finished have you?
Me: For now
Evil mother: It's late
Me: It's not even 11!
Evil mother: It's still late. You have the neighbours to think of
These would be the same neighbours whose brats rarely stop screaming and whose builders took months and months and months waking me up at stupid o'clock and being so distracting during the day I couldn't concentrate on anything. Why should I consider them?
Some people!
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