Music, chatter, clinking glasses.
This monastery’s really gone down hill.
Music, chatter, clinking glasses.
This monastery’s really gone down hill.
Rain, children, the occasional firework
My ankle just cracked
The whirr of our very noisy projector
The sound of the bathroom door closing
Ooh my stomach just rumbled, add that in too
Rain on the pub awning
2 people talking - someone’s got a train to catch
Which pub?
The low rumble of MV Finlaggan’s engines
EastEnders on the telly
Some kid’s tablet
And right now, the lady on the tannoy telling us that the vessel is about to arrive in port, and that car drivers and their passengers should make their way to the car deck
Fuckin loads of fireworks
Wor Lass reading I Am Bat to The Child and The Child asking random questions to avoid having to go to sleep.
Football commentary
A worryingly loud flow of water from somewhere right outside m’s window making a massive pool of water against her wall. Guess that’s why her mattress keeps going mouldy then
Dishwasher, feint sound of a white noise machine and I’m also listening to Football Weekly.
Get the game on you fool!
What’s it on?
Sky Sports Football
The dishwasher; Mrs CCB talking to the cheeksters; the sound of footsteps and floorboards creaking; the faint sound of children outside.
In my head, the instrumental track from Turn The Page by The Streets as I read this thread
Basketmakers
Wolves in the Throne Room
WhatsApp notifications (an old mate telling me she has just tested positive for the rona)