So the upstairs tenants are pretty much moved in. The guy who maintains the property had a couple of college grad students but the guy who owns it rented to a family, with kids natch.
My Sunday peace has been shattered. One of the kids has done nothing but scream all afternoon. And they sound like a herd of fucking elephants.
Thankfully I spend a bit more than 40 hours a week out of the house. But I’m pretty sure this is going to drive Keyron up the wall.