There’s a trumpet lesson going on in the front room. Syncopation unless I’m very much mistaken.
There’s a pork chop being cooked in the kitchen. Nandos Peri Peri marinade.
The curtains are shut though it is still light out. Enthusiastic Mrs Davies.
A cup of tea rests on the arm of the settee. Going cold.
Work is over for the day. A night off.
Murmurs from the corridor and the sounds of a car departing. Football training.
A red light shines from the corner of the TV. Standby.
Assorted books fill three bookcases. Unsorted.
The cupboard doors are slightly ajar. Probably need closing.
Cars race by on the road outside and the sound of trumpets continues. The clock on the top of the bookcase ticks. It is showing approximately the right time. It may now be dark…