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It’s pretty dark outside the apartment and in true holiday mode everyone is at a point of relaxing before this evening meal.
The nice scenery and peacefulness of the area is bliss, except for the moment that you realise there is a noise you dislike. Then that noise becomes all that you hear no matter what music is on, which room you are in or even if the noise is even in the area.
For me that noise is a ticking clock, in particular a very fragile ticking clock.
Normally I would take the battery out, but at current I do not want to be responsible for breaking such an item.
Now it is just a battle of the mind to ignore the sound and try focusing on my book.
Only a few more hours to go until music goes up and the sound can be forgotten.
That’s all for now, pictures of the dog will follow shortly
Amy
Amy J Burton 