Bells and Horses

Clangclang... clangclang... clangclang... clangclangclangclang... Kah-lang...kah-lang...kah-lang...Clangclang... clangclang... clangclang... clangclang clangclang... claaaaaang.... claaaaaang.... claaaaaaang

This musical interlude brought to you by the bells of St Helenas in The Hague... every day at 6pm, Sunday at 10am and occassionally, on seemingly random Saturdays, at 2:50, 4pm, 5:10 and 6:40pm.

It certainly reminds me that I'm in a foreign country. But when they go on for up to ten minutes, it tries my patience. Clangclangclangclangclangclangclang.

I wouldn't call it campanology, because I can't believe there's any art to the sound of these bells, besides the fact that the bell ringing gets quieter as it dies down - but I'm not sure if that's because the bell ringer has just lost interest and let go.

Sticking with the crazy (because that's where those bells drive me), in the news in The Hague this week... Neeeeeighbours. Literally. Some woman has decided that horses can make good house mates.

But, "neighbours are complaining about the noise and also the smell of manure. The Hague Animal Protection Society cannot take action as the horses appear to be well cared for. The Council, however, has ordered the owner to remove them, not merely because of the noise and the smell, but because a house is, legally, meant for people to live in, not horses."

You don't say.