Typical day. Cars being towed away. Junk mail through the door. Joins the post on the floor. Drilling. Always someone drilling. Somewhere in the city. Authorised by committee. Permission is bestowed. According to postal code. Terms and conditions may vary. It's nothing out of the ordinary. Sometimes someone gets upset. Doesn't hear the laughter. Takes it as a threat. But it's different after. After the event. Looks like someone's smiling. Happy to be here. There's a kind of glow. Illuminates the flow. Over to the east. Of traffic in the streets. Not to be outdone. The school run has begun. Mothers all arrive. Each in a four-wheel drive. Sometimes someone gets upset. Doesn't hear the laughter. Takes it as a threat. But it's different after. After the event. Looks like someone's smiling. Happy to be here. Blue skies heaven-sent. Evening comes as a surprise. Suddenly someone dies. Everyone's over-reacting. With clichés and bad acting. Misty in the rain. Flowers in their cellophane. Policemen intervening. Drama without meaning. It's perfectly routine. A statement from the queen. Obituaries appear. You can leave your tributes here. Sometimes someone gets upset. Doesn't hear the laughter. Takes it as a threat. But it's different after. After the event. Looks like someone's smiling. Happy to be here. Blue skies heaven-sent