It seems to be not only myself and the neighbours downstairs that are wide awake at 0320 am, from my room, the bathroom and the kitchen I can hear some poor demented garden bird (I want to say blackbird from the song but may be totally mistaken) that is singing at the top of its lungs. You know, that birdsong that reminds you of the garden in the middle of the summer? Yeah. Pitch black, cold darkness out there. Well, apart from streetlights and the odd light from a house, I suppose, but it is hardly noon in August out there! Poor thing. Yet another example of how humans and human life disrupts the animal kingdom.