saturday morning rituals
The lovely Australian neighbours who live in the flat below mine have a slightly bizarre Saturday morning ritual. For the past four Saturdays (including today), they have woken me up rather unpleasantly at about 09:30 with the strains of an extremely out-of-tune rendition of 'When the Lion Sleeps Tonight' wafting through their window (and into mine). The girl happens to be a worse singer than me (if that is possible), and she habitually begins the ritual with the first verse. The bloke - who is a marginally better singer - joins in at the chorus, and the both of them seem to highly enjoy the bit that goes something like 'aaaaaaoooooooooooo-oooooooooooooooooo-a-wimba-weh'. Perhaps this is some sort of mating ritual. Perhaps they are rehearsing for an audition for a dodgy childrens' production. Perhaps next Saturday morning, I ought to open my window and join in. Thoughts?
L'Esthete @ 10:44
