You know how I said my neighbours were driving me mad? And how one was like the Laughing Policeman and the other Frankenstein's Monster? Well, that's because you couldn't be arsed to read anything else I've written. But I shan't be offended given that you haven't immediately hit the back button.
Frankenstein's Monster has not been walking around this afternoon. No, he has been antagonising me with his other little trick. It is a repeated rumbling noise. The closest I can get to describing it is if you were playing fake drums on a wooden desk but tunelessly. It goes on for hours and indeed is most days. WHAT, for the love of my sanity could it possibly be??