howls The neighbor's child, the construction workers decorate the house across the street (or they blow it) and the Staubsaugerfetischist who lives in the apartment below me lives right now, once again from his Saugphantasien. And I should be able to concentrate. Yeah. And headaches that I have. To top off. Headache, a polite, at my request, they may not hesitate to go and later - if it must - look again respond with a raised eyebrow. Most. For an answer, or at least a half-hearted grunt it is not enough, this does not even stay for the headache and I was wondering if I should get drunk more often again, so this visit is unpleasant, at least justified.
And honestly, the anti-noise advice of my family, no trace was helpful. "Go buy it earplugs," said my mother.
"I do not like, I hear noise when my brain." Seriously.
"Oh nuts, but you. A brain can not rush it. "
calls Two minutes later my aunt. "Your mother says, it rushes at you. Stan least you might be close to the toilet? My toilet flush makes a so rattling Noises. "Noise, not groan. My mind rushes sometimes, but it is not in its final throes.
Shortly after the phone rings again. I know already who it is. "Yes, Grandma, roars my brain. No, it was not flush the toilet, I found myself at this time either on, or near the toilet. I was not even in the bathroom. "
moment of silence.
"Honey, you know, I like that you're a little crazy, but maybe you should think about you, pull away from Leipzig. Or others, at least in a street. Constantly burning in a garbage can to you, the builders-Dixis be knocked down and your neighbors turn out to be determined as soon spoon wielding serial killer. And now you're talking about even from toilet flush in your head. "
Since I rely on one chain and then the phone will not work. My aunt will explain it to her later.
"Why did you really call?"
"I wanted to tell you, take your umbrella with you when you go out. With you it's raining. "
" thank Um, yes. I will think of the screen. "
" Did she tell you again what the weather is with us? "Mortimer blinked sleepily from under the blanket. I nod. "I think that somehow cute. A bit wacky, but somehow cute. "
" What exactly do you live? "
" Your grandma about 200 km away from you and when they look at the weather report, she always looks for what the weather is with you and at least once a week, she then calls on you to tell you whether it's cloudy or sunny. That's cute, because they make the effort and turned off because you could see so well out of the window, no? "
Or thinks I'm so terribly lazy that I can not even bring myself, from to see the window before I leave the house ...
The neighbor's child squeals, maybe it just seems to be like. Or maybe it's just stupid.
Mortimer rolls his eyes. "This creates mini-me humans. The whole night it roars, then the parents yelling, then screams the child and eventually I yell back. I need my sleep. May I eat now? "
" No. "It roars louder. "Maybe a little nibble ... No, it's not. "Sorry.
Can "we will drag on at least somewhere where it is quieter? Over a funeral, perhaps? "
" Good plan, Mortimer. Good plan. "He is pleased with the praise and because he is just as good speed, he is equally tuned for the next proposed solution. "And we need to take hold of your grandmother."
very bad idea, Mortimer. Very bad.
