The Latvians are gone. All of them. The last time I heard them was around midnight last night. Bloody noise of hoovering was from their house and I was trying to fall asleep. Nice.
Now I'm wondering who will move in next. I'll be happy as long as they don't bother me.
Started my writing activity again after lunchtime. Stopped it since I became ill in February, and spent my time throwing out unwanted stuff out of the house. Had been worried that might not be able to write properly after the 3-4 week break. Wrote for 30 minutes and felt great. Very enjoyable, actually, which makes me pleased. Still have to do "throwing out and tidy up", so I won't have much time for writing for another week or two, though.
Feeling some kind of newness since I woke up this morning. Of course should feel the different air with the next-door neighbours moving out and with starting writing again. But just feel something fresh and new as if starting a new life. Better than feeling tired and depressed, isn't it?
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