So wide awake from blissful slumber. It’s noise again just pick a number!

Barking dogs, reversing truck, an ambo’s siren wish them luck. All blend to make the drummers beat, the city’s soul, the city’s streets.

This city beats a noisy drum, of sirens, cars, its song goes on.

And so I lay as if to rest and find it’s noise a sweet caress and spend some time just counting sheep until at last I fall asleep.

Last night I woke to the sound of two apartment blocks being evacuated at 3 in the morning. Poor buggers. Two fire alarms going off and a fire truck on the approach. Then wide awake I waited.