Quoted with permission, from a friends-locked journal. mezzogiorno recounts the experience of meeting her housemate's dad from her time in France:
I recollected a funny occurrence from a previous day. This day was a long while ago, and it involves Christelle’s dad, Josèphe. This was the first time I met him, we were sitting in the lounge together, by ourselves, and I was trying to think of something to say. He had this loud accordion music on, so I said “So, do you like accordion music then?” He then said to me, “what? This shit? No, I play this to annoy the neighbours,” then proceeded to turn it up and bang on the wall with a broom. I tell you, I’m not living right. I should be living like that.