I was woken by angry voices arguing on the doorstep of my mind.
A fellow who very much resembles the composer Richard Wagner was shouting at a stout little man with horn with those funny circular glasses that were so popular at the end of the 19th century, wearing a besmudged apron with ink spots.
The argument went something like this Lm: but Herr Wagner the title is perfect.
RW: nine Shniderhund you have destroyed mine wunderful peace of music. I t is called dance of the Valkries , but you have published it under the name dance of das vary kiddies.
Thus it ranged back and forth until Mr Pepys got up and took a chamber pot and emptied the contents from an upper window on to the steps below drenching the two arguing men below. After some more arguing they went their way.