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Investigating strange noises downstairs at 3am, I find, not a burglar, but a man trying to waken the neighbour’s daughter by hurling broken off chunks of our rendering at her shutters. Unequivocally I tell him to stop. Sheepishly muttering the liquid pool at his feet is not piss, he leaves.

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