Life in Dulwich

pls cut them some slack. We have just moved in next door to someone who no doubt has cause to complain about our banging around, incessant playing of the same Bach Prelude interspersed with halting renditions of the signature tunes from Les Miserables, children crying, unjustified generalisations about the quality of books by Americans on their experiences in Tuscany broadcast at thoughtless decibelage from our balcony, odours of legs of lamb being slow-cooked overnight to a charred cinder (thanks, Nigella!) etc
 

Bet you didn't do it at 7 in the morning though.