"They're at it again," he said as if it wasn't obvious.
His wife sighed and rolled her eyes.
This was becoming far too regular from next door. The noise was distracting when they were trying to watch TV.
"Fight fire with fire," he'd suggested when it first started and he'd turned the volume all the way up. It hadn't helped though and the neighbours had a firm advantage in the war of decibels.
Now they just left the room whenever it started and did something else. They were watching much less TV now and had become quite good at various in-garden and in-garage projects.
It was only a few years until the neighbours' teenage son would move out and take his wretched drum kit with him.
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