It’s 23:09 on a Friday night and I am writing blog entries. Why? Because for some bizarre reason there have been a whole load of dogs barking in the near vicinity for the last hour that have been keeping me awake. The barking goes on and on and on, and while it’s not so loud it’s a repetitive sound I’m not used too (unlike the planes overhead en route to Heathrow). There are not even many dogs in the vicinity, or at least you don’t see many and there’s little poo on the pavements. How can these people bear living with animals that make such a row?