After the balloon flight

It was an immemorial balloon flight late last evening, and the night was at least as immemorial. When I had biked to home at two in the morning, I noticed that I had left my keys to my work place. Fortunately neighbors were sitting on the balcony, when it was very warm night. But Mrs Akkuv did not answer to phone or did not react to the door bell. So, I slept on the floor of the drying room. In the morning I learned to know that Mrs Akkuv had but ear plugs in her ears.