I had trouble getting to sleep last night. Some of the neighbours were having a party in the street. I noticed them preparing for it earlier. It sounded like they were having a great time but it was noisy and the tall person had to get up several times to calm me down. I must have drifted off eventually but this morning I was woken up by a kid and I don’t mean the little person. It was a bleating goat. Someone in the neighbourhood is probably celebrating a special occasion today or tomorrow and the goat will be on the menu.
I don’t think I’ve told you much about where I live. My house is in the hills on the outskirts of Tbilisi. There is a good view of the city from the balcony in the toy room. The neighbourhood is very much like a village and is close to a forest where shepherds graze goats and cows. A giant tortoise lives in the forest.
I like living here.