Singing!
We live on the corner of a medium sized road and a tiny side street. There are a few little flats on the ground level down this side street and lofts across. The lofts across from us are pretty boring. There's a nice big one directly across but all we see in there is the chick opening all the shades in the morning and shutting them at night. Real rear window stuff. :P
The flats down the little side street are more interesting. They are full of hipsters who walk to and from their places late at night and sometimes open their french doors and let the music out. They also have parties.
Today, someone's having a voice lesson. Consider my ears pricked. They're just warming up right now, but if she starts making him sing anything remotely classical, she's just found herself another student. (Her voice is quite obviously classically trained so I'm optimistic.)
Of course, we'll probably be out of here in a couple months, but Neil's wedding is coming up and I've got to start practising sometime....
Also, I love living in the city.
Edit 14:30: The vocalising stopped abruptly and no singing followed. Awwww.
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Beth Ballingall
food lover : world traveller : gamer : New Yorker : twenty-something : former Londoner : handbag lover : erstwhile soprano : geek