Damnit, one is back.
Since one's last, the household has acquired a dog, a superannuated Italian sheepdog (Maremma) who is lovely and beautiful, if thick and incontinent. Some mornings are more unpleasant than others.
The neighbours have had a baby. They seem to think that shouting at it will convince it to be quiet. The neighbours are on par with the dog's intellectual capacity. But we've always known that.
Life goes on.