2 am, LONDON.
They are still at it. I can’t believe they are still at it. I am two storeys above them but I can still hear them. They must have all the windows and door open. It’s freezing out there, how can they have all the doors and windows open? These people are mad. Or drunk. There neighbours must hate them.

3 am
Please Stop. Please Please stop. Go to Bed.

3.30 am
IF I GO TO SLEEP NOW I will have 1 and a half hours sleep before I have to get up, pack and leave for the airport.
I went to bed at 9.30 pm. I had wanted to socialise, but fetl exhausted after a full day of travelling, and had the kind of heavy-body feeling that indicates the beginning of a cold. Reuben had been reluctant to sleep in an improvised bed (a sleeping mat between a pack and wall) and new environment, so I was glad to get him settled and fall into bed.
At 10 am Reuben and I were woken with a request to move from Sarah and Tony’s bedroom on the second floor to a new bedroom on the third floor so that Sarah and Tony’s housemates could “play music” on the first floor. I got the feeling that Sarah, who had offered the use of her own room for us, was mortified to ask this but was stuck between a hard place and 8 housemates. So we moved our packs, bedding, and a very grumpy baby up to the third floor. I was very cross at aforementioned housemates.

NOW, AT 3.30AM, I AM ROPABLE.
I have a sore throat and pounding head, and just want to get out of this place.

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