I've been sat here thinking that something is different about tonight, but I couldn't put my finger on it until just now.

It's quiet.

What's so unusual about that? Well, usually the silence round here is shattered every night by the Hound of the Baskervilles next door. They have a dog, a big dog...make that a massive dog and ordinarily the damn thing is outside barking it's heart out.

It barks morning, noon and night. It has been known to bark at two in the morning before now, usually when it's owner is pissed and has slung it out and in those cases the barking is accompanied by loud music, shouting and banging of doors.

But I haven't heard it since about eight tonight so obviously the poor animal is where it wants to be. Inside and warm.