It’s alright,
It’s the middle of the night,
I don’t need those earphones,
I can use the looser ones!
It’s the middle of the night,
And it’s oh-so-silent,
I don’t need much sound insulation,
I’ll be alriβ
mmmMWWWEEEHRRRN mmwWWEERRHHHRNRN GRGRHGHHH RHGRR GRGGHH GHHhHhRRRrrhhhhhhh
FUCK SHIT BOLLOCKS,
βOh,
Maybe not, then,
Jumped right out of my skin!
Good thing was that the other day, on my second video call with the psychiatrist, a really loud motorbike went past. (I say ‘past’, but mostly they are going along the 40 mph road which crosses the end of mine, at way over the speed limit. There aren’t actually any speed cameras on it, and I really don’t understand why!). But I stopped mid-sentence and turned towards the window frozen in silence, waiting for the anger to pass. Then the psychiatrist expressed her shock at how loud it was, so that she could easily hear it. π€¦ββοΈ
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Noise pollution and disturbance are harmful.
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Extremely! Death of imagination and creativity.
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