It is hardly ever quiet here; currently the eldest is making a constant stream of unproductive and meaningless noise, whilst the dog growls low under his breath before bursting intermittently into frenzied barking. The cause of the dog’s ire is a nonchalant cat strolling on the street. In the case of the daughter, it is a frustrated creative urge.
I remember, once, about a week ago, everything was quiet and I could hear the fire crackling in the grate. Now that is one of life’s great sounds.
As I finish this short post, a pneumatic drill kicks into action up the road, the daughter breaks into operatic aria and the dog stares out of the window, down the road, just waiting…