10:02 pm - Same as it ever was. Boxing Day: Fergus: vet.
January: Frost: vet.
Friday: George: vet.
Thursday night/Friday morning: "February 3rd. 00:10 Someone banging the railing at the front of the block where it's bolted to the outside of my bedroom wall. After ten minutes of this I stick my head out and ask what they're doing? Apparently there is a Japanese party of at least five and they are too stupid to open the keysafe to the parasitic AirBnB in flat six. So they keep bashing it and dragging it up and down the railing it's padlocked to. For half an hour. Eventually they get it open and liberate the doorkey. They then spend ANOTHER twenty minutes trying to open the front door because they're too stupid to use a doorkey as well. Forcing it and rattling in it's frame will obviously work instead... THEN they press the flat buzzers. *It is 1a.m.*"
Now. Six Nations rugby. NINE french guys in the six person max-occupancy flat - deed-breaking AirBnB - over my head. They haven't come back yet. Waiting for the other nine shoes to drop.