- 3am Connor coming in drunk.
It’s fun being 21 but do we have to sing?
- 4am Dogs on heat.
A neighbourhood war over which one’s allowed to shack up with my neighbour’s dog. It’s loud and I want to throttle the dogs as their barks enter my room through the open window, reverberate round it and my head.
- 5.30am The bus next door.
Starts its engine running for a nice long warm up. It sounds like it’s driving through my head
- 6.00am The cockerel crowing.
His friend at 6.01am, his friend at 6.02, his friend at 6.03am and back to my mate the cockerel who sounds like he’s outside my door at 6.04am. Bless them, they facilitate my high cholesterol egg breakfast
- 6.15am Rain on the metal roof .
A torrential downpour lasts over an hour. It’s unbelievably loud and unable to sleep I can see the back garden rapidly filling up with water heading ever closer to my bedroom door.
- 7.15am It’s disco time!
Music for breakfast lunch and dinner! Essential items in Ecuadorian house: music system, amplifier, super woofer speakers and a catalogue of raeggaton, ballanatos, cumbia, meringue and salsa.
So that’s a ‘no’ to sleeping then…
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