Andrew could not get out of bed this morning. He felt incredibly ill and suffered badly. I went to breakfast without him, my head pounding from the music. The reception had promised to go and ask the temple whether they could turn the speakers in the other direction, as it was impossible for anyone to relax. The scene was beautiful, the palm trees, the backwaters, the hammocks, the bright paper stars hung between the gorgeous wooden cottages. Yet there was no serenity, the temple had decided to drive us up the wall. Alice had managed to sleep with earplugs, Alan and Beulah didn’t seem to mind too much and neither did Claus, my father was just as annoyed as I and my mother was trying to keep the balance. I was mainly worried about Andy who
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