BBC 4 had a programme last night in which very old people remembered how lovely their fathers were. It was very moving.
It was noisy on Meldrum Street last night. I went to the bathroom shortly after midnight and someone was shouting hysterically at someone else to "get off my fucking bike". I listened a while and it just went on and on. Thankfully Meldrum Street is entirely inaudible from our bedroom.
There was a butterfly in the bathroom first thing this morning, flapping against the frosted glass. I got my hands round it and helped it through the open window.
My friend