Last night we sat and drank our frozen raki on the balcony and were serenaded with pleasant melodies which drifted through the moon lit night silencing the owls and probably bewitching even the foxes.
Next morning -
7am woken by the clatter of the rubbish truck
8am bugle call
9.15 am a recital of violin music. Something pleasurable on a balmy summer evening could be called intrusive and even grating on the nerves at 9 in the morning. I wonder if this guy has his wife with him and if so whether she might be deaf.