Life is too bloody noisy

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Life is too bloody noisy some days. There is no gentle arrival of sound as the surrounding fauna begins it's day. Nope, six a.m. and all hell breaks loose. Everything is either eating, shagging or just bloody showing off. I need to accept this and go to bed earlier.

At least I won't sleep in, but I might invest in some small rocks for throwing purposes, just to make myself feel better.


hodgers said:

You can count yourself lucky you weren't awoken last night by a dream about a foot-long caterpillar gnashing its teeth as it crawled up inside your duvet. It's the middle of the afternoon now and I'm still suffering...

I bet you get those in Africa, see if you can get a photo of a big nasty caterpillar, we can use it for adhoc hodgers baiting.

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