I was banging away on my keyboard, trying to work out some piece of Peter Gabriel music REALLY LOUD, when our new house cleaner showed up. It was her, her husband, and their two kids. The kids were very cute but they seemed to actively get in the way of whatever their parents were working on-- for example, jumping up and down on the bed while it was being made. I don't know why none of us (including me, owner of the bed!) told them to stop. There was a conversation about whether we were going to replace the various curtains and blinds. Weirdly enough, the house was not any house I've ever lived in or even been to.