I used to worry that I was upsetting my neighbours when practising the flute. Especially when I'm playing something high pitched, it's rather piercing to listen to. But then I remembered the car alarm that went on all night on Tuesday. Then I remember the little S* that lives downstairs who, without a care in the world, will scream to his mum (from over 100 metres away, and she is still inside their house) at 8 am. Then I remember my own neighbours who, during a pandemic, stood outside my front door with their baby, talking loud enough that I could hear everyword. Why? Their house is right their? Anyway, I no longer care about what my neighbours think. They can eat a bag of dicks.