Old Before My Time
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The flat upstairs appear to have acquired Guitar Hero: World Tour - judjing by the songs that I can hear all too clearly from my living room and bedroom. I’m assuming their drummer plays on Easy, as once every two seconds or so, there’s an almighty thump that you can feel in the walls.
Were I childless, I’d head up there with beer and plastic guitars and ask if they had space for any more players. But with Joseph sleeping, and my ever-present paranoia about him waking up, I’ve considered going up and asking them to turn it down.
How old am I supposed to be again? =S