Howling

My neighbour next door is howling again.

Surprisingly, this does not make me angry.

I'm not exactly a quiet person, so have fairly little room to manoeuvre. I would hate to live next door to a quiet person, who complains at the sound of a light being turned on.

His howling did not disturb my enjoyment of Waking the Dead, although it was audible during the pauses in University Challenge.

Now I'm listening to a CD with headphones on, so, again, it doesn't bother me.

It's just pitiful, really.

Eevrybody sings around their home, either to a CD, or to an instrument, or a capella. Most of us would die of mortification if random strangers were to hear us.

Sadly, my next door neighbour is reported to be a professional musician.

Sadly, I can strum a guitar as well as him.

Even more sadly, he paractices sometimes four hours a day. And he never gets beyond the one chord. And the howling. Sometimes its more like yodelling. But tonight it's definitely howling.

I did describe it as Bob Dylan but without the lyricism or tunefulness.

On reflection, that does Mr Dylan a grave disservice.

It's definitely more like a wolf yodelling. Falsetto.

It seems, from t'internet, that the house has been sold. Whetehr they remain as sitting tenants, I don't know. Or whether we get new neighbours.

It's always a bit tension making, that. Do I want house-sharers who think two o'clock on the morning I start a new job is the best time to have a party, replete with bongo-playing?

Or do I want an aspirant couple replete with 1.8 children who anxiously explain that they would rather we didn't talk in the house between 2 and 4pm or after 7pm because it would wake the baby?

Or do I want someone who lets their cat poo in my garden?

Always a time of tension...