Roofers arrived this morning, three days early but what are you going to do, at least the leak gets fixed sooner, but at the same time, people not getting right notice can display road rage. Later, waiting for the school bus, my daughter overhears a neighbouring house fighting. I ask if she could identify the participants. Is it a kid and parents or a couple of adults? It sounded female and getting more frustrated with someone, then a door slammed. I suggested if it gets worse I knock and see if they need help. She warns me it might be a big man with big muscles. I said that’s ok I could punch him lower, then she offers to step on his feet. The bus came. The roofers pleasantly surprised when I offered coffees. English isn’t their first language, I didn’t understand the hot chocolate request until the third time he said it. They had a portable music player, soon started blasting Shostakovich string quartets to work by, one more usual day.