Normally, staying at home would be a boon. Peace and quiet, ample sources of entertainment and a nice cold drink at the side while you're at it would normally make for a nice relaxing afternoon(not morning, because I sleep the morning away).

However, it seems some of VJ's leftover MonkeyBirds have decided to migrate to the neighbourhood. So now I wake up to the tune of "KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKAKAKA!!!!!" And that's not the sound of Brazilian soccer fans.

It also seems that holidays are a signal for parents to engage their children in meaningless activities. This seems to include picking up musical instruments. Which really gets irritating after a while. The clarinet/trumpet player does it bright and early at 7am, which adjusts my sleeping position to one where I jam my head in between two pillows. Speaking of jam, the 15-year-old opposite has decided to start his own band. To their credit, they are a committed bunch, but 9 hours of repeated tunes isn't exactly my idea of music. and while they're not at his house, he practices the drums over. and over. and over. He has a promising career as a metronome.

Suddenly, staying at home isn't as enjoyable and endeavor anymore.