Jungle Fever
Elephants have moved in above us. They stamp about and trumpet loudly deep into the wee small hours, shunning daylight and inviting over their elephant friends to share in the fun. Flatmate and I are attempting to live a normal life, hampered by the need to shout at each other across a space of four feet, while the furniture bounces uncontrollably around the room. I wonder how long it will be before the kitchen shelves fall down?
Boots are going to have a run on earplugs. I can feel it in my water.
Am I getting old?