Waaaaah!

Of late, it seems that the baby living in the flat downstairs has found his voice. Looked at objectively, this is a good thing, as it indicates healthy lungs. However, it has a rather obvious down side. For the past couple of weeks, I have been woken up every night at some point between three and half past four by a crying baby, and then again just after six. This is, obviously, not good.

However, last night was the worst. I switched off the light at eleven, that being the hour at which I retire during the week, and as if on cue the child started wailing. He proceeded to cry for the next hour, pausing only to take a breath. Meanwhile, his helpless neighbour wondered if he would ever get any sleep.

The thing is, I actually quite like children, and don't even particularly mind crying babies in most circumstances. But this all seems rather unfair - I seem to have skipped a bunch of steps somewhere along the way.