Incidentally, I've had to put up with the noise of Lydia running around... above my head.

For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee.

Better is the poor that walketh in his integrity, than he that is perverse in his lips, and is a fool.

Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are as graves which appear not, and the men that walk over them are not aware of them.