...*sigh*

Dear Person in the Flat Below,

When the half-deaf woman living above you can not only hear your music, but can feel it through her floor while wearing shoes, you should maybe rethink the volume level. Unless the intoxicating rush of blood seeping through your eardrums is your idea of a fun night.

Consider yourself lucky I can turn my hearing off,

Me.

On a more positive note...

Getting baguettes from the little French place near work and then spending the lunch break chatting with a friend in the sunshine by the banks of the Yarra? The best thing about Spring, by far.