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Not long ago I told you the tale of my new neighbour and how much of a pleasure it is to have someone else next door who is quiet. Well. A couple of weeks ago we arrived home from work to discover a bit of a palaver taking place in our normally quiet street, him and another chap shouting at each other. Rude words were exchanged. Neighbours were peeking through curtains. Then the other chap drove off. It's possible he was the landlord, as the next day the house next door suddenly appeared on lots of websites as being available to rent. I know this because Baby Brother texted me to joke that he was going to move in. The previous weekend the new chap had managed to get one of his cars stuck in the wet mud that was living under the grey slate that little old Doris {not her real name} covered her front garden with to scare off cats. He spent over half an hour revving his car, making the situation worse. A tow truck thingymajiggy had to come and get the car out. Last Wednesday we came home to the boom! boom! boom! of music through the walls. For three hours. We have lived here for twelve years and have never experienced that. Do you know how long it takes to wash a not very dirty average-sized car on a very wet and rainy Sunday afternoon? Four and a half hours. That's four and a half hours of boom! boom! boom! as he played his {non-}music from his car stereo. We could hear it even with all the windows closed. I tried to make light of it by having a mini disco in the kitchen, but even that got boring after a while. Then he returned indoors and we had the boom! boom! boom! of music through the walls again, for about an hour. Honestly, it makes the walls vibrate. So, we have never been through this before. We're hoping he's going to leave soon. If he doesn't, there is the very real possibility that you'll find me either on a tellybox programme about Neighbours from Hell, or in prison for knocking on his door and giving him a boom! boom! boom! of his own. Oh, and he's not young ... he's got to be in his fifties! Numpty.