A woman has been practicing the same chords on the guitar - badly - and singing the same lines - terribly - over and over and over again, outside, on a beautiful morning, for the past two hours. I don’t know if guitars can fit up backsides, but I may find out soon.

She’s still going. I think it may be guitar-bum time.

She is still going - and hasn’t progressed beyond the first four lines of whatever it is she’s howling.

I just heard another neighbour cry “Argghhhhh!” Not sure if it was at her.