But such a a shame you can’t choose your neighbours.

A long time ago we had BamBam, a competitor for the UKs fatest man (sorry strongest, my bad), who put a “weight studio” in the garage and subsequently dropped his weights on the floor every night without fail. We also had Mr Chimes, the man who despised wind chimes since they hampered his afternoon sleep.

So all is nice and quiet here with a “you never see her” old lady on one side and a house still to be completed on the other, the only minor wrinkle is “Jamie”, our neighbour from two doors away who, without fail, goes out on a night time and shines his magic torch everywhere, ground, trees, windows, sky you name it, he puts a spotlight on it. Funny at first but at 11.30pm not so funny seeing a large spotlight shining through your window.

Tonight it appears that Jamie wanted to set a bonfire going at 10.30pm, lit it and walked away! Well it makes a change from doing it in a howling gale as is his norm.

Oh well, fun to watch but “Wordsworth” fails me (come on catch up, for those of you that ain’t Millenials).

Night y’all, lights out.