Little noisy bastards.
I like a lie-in of a morning, sometimes there is nothing better than muzzily going "mmmhmmff" and throwing the duvet back over yourself, to while away an hour or two in a semi-comatose state. It's especially nice on a weekend, and if you haven't tried it before, I would highly recommend it. A thoroughly agreeable way of spending a morning.

However, of late, I have been denied this by a new family that has moved in next door, just recently. Every morning, roughly around sunrise, they all start making a bloody racket. Children screaming to be fed, the mother making silly cooing noises, and even worse, the noise the parents make when shagging is what can only be described as an unholy racket. Shouting at them is of no help, banging on the wall stops it for a couple of minutes, and reasoning with them doesn't work at all. It's really approaching breaking point. I'm going to have to do something drastic, because the council won't do a damned thing. Something about "not disturbing nesting birds".

Fucking pigeons.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 3 May 2010, 13:59, Reply)