Two pints of lager and a packet of love hearts.

Its 2am and drunken wailing gibberish comes sailing through my open bedroom window, the one above the door to the balcony that is always open because it has to be operated with a stick with a hook on the end as the window is too high up to reach unaided. I'm always too lazy to get the tool out of my wardrobe so the room often gets icy cold during the night, the duvet gets doubled over and feet are sandwiched between pillows. Any warm bed-building tactics seem less taxing than the actual act of clambering out of bed and walking the few feet to the window. Silly logic really. So as this drunken slurring comes in from the usually quiet street below I instantly think "What an inconsiderate asshole...people are sleeping..I could be sleeping." So I go to look, I see a stumbling man on the phone then I begin to make out the words coming out of his 8 cans of lager mouth until they piece together into a love song. The drunken idiot man who I hated only but a moment ago is singing a love song to his lover. I'm suddenly touched. It was my preconceptions that made me angry, it's not like i'd actually been disturbed from my sleep. I now saw him as some modern day romantic figurehead, drunkenly and unknowingly changing my perceptions as he staggered past my window and back into the night.