Puppet Show

Day 2.
After yesterday, I decided to have a quiet one to recover from yesterday's supermarket troubles. How much trouble can I get in staying home, right? Right...
I did really well until mid morning, when I was watching the Channel [V] top 40 countdown- yes, I have Foxtel now, jelly? -  curled up cosily in my chair, and proceeded to almost tip myself backwards out the window with the discovery that my chair was in fact recliner. This was followed by a silent and furious fight with said recliner as I tried to make it normal again, and I really hope that no one was looking in the window at the time, as the bodily positions that this required were not graceful.                                                                                                                        
Next up was a spot of reading next to different, much higher window (just in case,) and I was really enjoying the book too, but the noises coming through my window became increasingly distracting. I thought that maybe someone over the fence was watching a kids TV show with the volume right up, but eventually the slamming doors and barking dog made me realise it was much worse; it was the neighbours. Mr Emphysema sounds like a Muppet. If a Muppet and Mario had a love child, he would be living next door to me. To make it even better, he was having a lovely conversation with lady friend who's voice was also suspiciously furry;
                     
                                                                     "I Love You."
                                                                  "Oh, I love too!"

Pretty normal right? No. Please go back, and read those words again in your best Muppet voices. Seeing as you weren't there, I will give you some inspiration. If Mario on Sesame street wasn't enough for you, try mixing the Swedish chef with the guy from the Dolmio ad, and picture his romantic interest as a puppet version of Christmas Eve from Avenue Q.                                   
After listening to them confess their love for the chickens and the dog, I made a hasty exit. With neighbours like that, maybe I don't need Foxtel after all.

That is pretty much the only eventful content of my day, so I will leave you with the reassuring knowledge that I have now officially christened my apartment, shown by the small green smudge on my ceiling, where I accidently flicked some mint choc-chip ice cream at afternoon tea time. Yes mum, I will clean it I promise.
                                                                     Xx,  Little Duck