Here’s something weird.
I’m sitting on the couch. The front window is open barely two inches – enough for the tiniest fresh wind to find me, and the pattern of the constant dripping rain to bring rest to my soul.
Now I hear church bells! How many years have I lived here and never heard them?! Clearly I have never been awake this early on a Sunday. The change to daylight savings, and the addition of a Sunday carer (needing to be let in) means I’m alive at a whole new time of day.
The big kids sleep out the back and that must be a regular soundbreak to them. My cluttered room is at the front. I only hear the drunks go home, late on a Friday and Saturday night…