Words we have come to dread:
“Dear neighbours….we are having a big party tonight, please be understanding about the noise…”
Understanding is one thing, bongos in the wee small hours is quite another.
This is not a preview of tonight’s festivities; this is a review of last night, when I didn’t get to sleep until half four.
They were playing bongos.
I’m not anti-music or anti-fun, dear readers, I’m anti-bongos.
