Jag ska snart sluta, lovar.
I now knew every second of the morning routine of the family upstairs. Seven AM, alarm goes off, boom, Madame gets out of bed, puts on her deep-sea diver's boots and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake. The kids drop bags of cannonballs on to the floor, then, apparently dragging several sledgehammers each, stampede into the kitchen. They grab their chunks of baguette and go sit in front of the TV, which is always showing a cartoon about people who do nothing but scream at eachother and explode. Every minute, one of the kids cartwheels (while bouncing cannonballs) back into the kitchen for seconds, then returns (bringing with it a family of excitable kangaroos) to the TV. Finally they all howl and crash their way out of the appartment to school. You've just made yourself a soothing cup of tea when Madame returns and gets her team of trained hippos to clean up the mess...
- A year in the Merde, av Stephen Clarke. ;))
