Reminds me of waking up about 0530 one Xmas morning (with a raging hangover) to the gentle CRASH! BANG! SMASH! of next door's 9 year old (whose bedroom backed onto mine) playing the drum kit his parents had got him for Xmas.
Not one of my normal posts. Bit more serious. If anybody knows of any lonely old people who will be eating Christmas dinner alone because they have no family or close friends, can they let me know, I need to borrow some chairs.