The natives above me have been particularly restless tonight – the little squirt galloping about on her heels back and forth, back and forth: “badaboom badaboom badaboom”.
“Shut up and go to bed right now … and brush your teeth!” bellows her mother from the other side of the house finally.
I hear the little lamb yell a response and then … “Badaboom badaboom badaboom,” she heads towards the bathroom and back in the opposite direction almost immediately.
“If you don’t go to bed immediately I’ll …” I hear her mother shriek hysterically in her direction, the end of her sentence being swallowed up by the floorboards between us. There’s a brief lull, and then, “Thummmp. Kerash. Draaaaaaaaag. Draaaaaaaaag …”
Followed by … a deathly silence. Complete calm.
I imagine the desperate woman may have darted her little angel with a tranquiliser gun.
Whatever the case, I can finally blog in peace …
“Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.” Stephen King
Here we go then – for you on this Friday – fifteen random photos taken on four different evenings in the last week: