As I sit here, typing away with the rhythmic pulsation of a drill serenading my thoughts, I can’t help but reminisce about the good old days when “I am going slightly mad” was just a catchy tune by Queen, rather than the soundtrack to my life.

🎧 Chapter 1: Symphony of the Drills

It all began this sunny morning, when the workmen next door took it upon themselves to play a concrete concerto. The facade of our neighbor’s house, once a silent spectator, became the stage for a relentless drilling performance. The vibrations found their way into our abode, turning every thought into a tremulous echo.

🎧 Chapter 2: The Shanghai Shuffle

This cacophony of construction brought back memories of my days in Shanghai’s “Top of City” – a name that promised urban tranquility but delivered a symphony of sledgehammers. Back then, I could escape the noise, seeking refuge in the office by day and the bar by night. But now, as I recharge my trusty Boese noise-canceling headphones, I realise there’s no escape from the relentless reverberations of renovation.

🎧 Chapter 3: The Blog Bog

In a desperate attempt to distract myself, I unearthed an old blog I started during my Asian escapades. Alas, the login credentials were as cryptic as ancient hieroglyphs. After numerous attempts and a few choice words, the digital lock yielded. “Create strong passwords,” they said. “Use a different one for each account,” they advised. And now, here I am, nursing a headache that’s part techno-tantrum, part drill-induced delirium.

So, dear readers, as I navigate this maze of madness, I leave you with this thought: In a world where drills can disrupt and passwords perplex, perhaps a little madness is just what we need to keep things interesting.

Until next time, stay sane out there – or at least, as sane as one can be amidst the symphony of the suburbs.

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