Double whammy. On Tuesday night despite the council giving me an emergency number to call so they could whoosh round and check out the noise, he was quiet as the proverbial four-legged rodent. Typical. First quiet Tuesday in 3 weeks.
Then, to add insult to injury they came round with the equipment to record last night and it was faulty. So it’s had to go back. Due to other bookings it’ll be after new year before I can borrow it again.
ARSE!
Mind, with any luck he’ll **** off to his parents’ or something for a while over xmas, and she’s due to drop her sprog on the 25th. Maybe that’ll stop him ramping the volume up. Of course, it may make him shove it up higher to drown out the poor kid’s screaming when he’s too pissed or lazy to get up and change it’s shitty nappy.
And I’m knackered. I need to sleep at my desk. Anyone know any meditation techniques whereby I can feign awakeness yet get another 3-4 hours’ sleep?
Have eyes tattooed on your eyelids…