Mine must be the drunkest, noisiest gits on the planet......

there were times the other year when we didn't know who was shaggin who, whether they were running a male brothel or just whether they were runnin a comune!

Now one has moved out and the other has moved his bird in.....

I presume he has just come home from the pub 3 doors away and there's just been the most horrendous crash from the front of the house.... then from the back........

just glad he didn't wake up the ankle biter.......

Sarah