Saturday, April 29, 2006

Feeling the tables spinning underfoot.

There's a party nearby, music and revelry are twitching in past the well-sanded window frames. The rest of my household is sleeping through it; phew. Otherwise I might find myself trudging through the rain in my dressing-gown to ask our neighbours to turn it down. I don't like to do that; I've a large karmic debt to tolerant neighbours of my past, and it's embarrassing to be the fuddy duddy, especially as my neighbours are old enough to be my parents.


Anonymous house monkey said...

The party I went to was in Khandallah, so it weren't me.

12:03 PM  
Blogger said...

And my '80's Rockstar' party was Karori - so not me either!

3:57 PM  
Blogger susan said...

Oh... Of course the Real Me was also out and gadding about dressed as Billy Idol, that was merely my pathetic clone stand-in staying home and surfing the net to other people's music.

1:18 AM  

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