What a night for the neighbourhood!
At around one in the morning my neighbours were rudely awakened by the demonic caterwauling of an undisclosed number of cats in the alleyway outside my house. They (the neighbours, that is) were then probably terrified by what happened next - me dealing with the howling pests. At least no one actually saw the ghostlike white apparition running around outside hissing and spitting at the night. The cats, it seems, had taken umbrage at the Diana Krall music I was playing, a bit like former landlords in Pretoria who weren't wild about my opera music.
And that's just what life is like here - living on top of each other, forced to deal with every domestic disturbance no matter what time of day or night; all the fighting, wailing pets and children; the roosters and rummaging chickens. Like I've said before, life sure is real here.
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| "Give me the chocolate and no-one gets hurt." I could live by that ... |
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| One set of next door neighbours who had to deal with a ranting white man ... |
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