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When I was at uni, living in Halls as a fresher, I was serenaded most mornings for a semester. Whilst this may sound lovely to some, the honour was somewhat questionable. For the singing was not aimed at increasing my pleasure, but my neighbour’s wish to improve his guitar skills whilst playing (and replaying) ‘raindrops keep falling on my head’.
This morning, from under my umbrella, I remembered…

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