My neighbour  – the one that lives above me – parks his Lamborghini directly below me. When he leaves before I had my first coffee, I fall out of bed. It’s a tradition by now. I’ve tried stuffing socks in my ears. I’ve tried to bribe him with chips and beer. All I got was a raised eyebrow (singular!) and an explanation of the maths that made it possible for him to drive that car. Grrrrrrowllll!

Can You Tell a Story in … 75 words including coffee, Lamborghini, eyebrow, tradition, chips, socks, maths

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