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It is currently quiet. Feminazi-mama is reading a newspaper. Little Miss Narcissist is {probably} studying. Mum and Daughter are catching up with paperwork. The Yogi is practising a new breathing technique, maybe, whilst drinking a dubious kale smoothie which probably has no real health benefits, given the amount of colds and whatnot she suffers from. I can hear sniffles and fingers clickety-clacketing on keyboards. Pages turning. The low rumble of the air-thingy. It is pleasant, the calm before the storm. Later will bring gales of laughter and drops of loud chatter. Chairs will squeak and kettles will boil. I only have to get through today and then I can begin my weekend, starting with Friday Frolicking with a delightful three year old, who possesses more natural intelligence than most of the sixteen year olds I work with. She is far less exhausting than a day spent with childcare students, who are babies themselves really. Babies who want babies and want to look after other people's babies. I need to visit my mate Google now. Last night there were strange sounds coming from the sky. I want to know if I'm the only person who heard them ... It's getting louder in here.