I'm having an extremely BAD weekend.
I wouldn't mind the hot weather except for the idiot chavs next door and being forced to chose between boiling slowly to death with the windows shut or having them open and getting so angry at their thoughtless noise that I have a heard attack!
Mr Chav has got his kids from his previous relationship visiting for the weekend. This is always a problem time and this month it seems to be worse than ever. He spent most of yesterday screaming at his son - the lad can't seem to do anything right - until finally I cracked and went out and gave him a piece of my mind. (Just the little bit that I didn't want any more

)
Then last night him and Mrs Chav left the kids (ages 9, 10, 11 and 13) and went to the pub to watch the footie and didn't come home until 1am by which time they were

as penguins. The pub is in walking distance and on the way home they had a very personal type argument at the top of their voices - you know, the sort you shouldn't have in front of ANYONE else - so we all know about their (lack of) sex life now! We could hear them at it all the way from the pub to their house and then they spent another hour standing outside our house screaming and swearing at each other and then screaming and swearing at all the neighbours who were shouting at them to shut up. This went on until the Police turned up.
Today - well - it was quiet this morning because they had hangovers but he's taken on board the concept of the 'hair of the dog' thing and has been knocking back cans of Stella - and he's now

as a penguin again - and is singing rude rugby type songs at the top of his voice (in front of the kids).
Apart from them its such a nice quiet little village - so why did we have to chose the house next door to them???