Creep show

 This Sunday's creep show took place at three in the morning. We had strong winds again, but this was not what had woken me. There was definitely a loud metallic clanging outside- a distinct sound I know too well. I took my glasses, wandered to the bathroom window, and what did I see? Idiot neighbours garden flooded with light- idiot number one, the oldest of the bunch, had hauled a spotlight out of his garage to create the scenery of a ufo landing. The rest of the family was swarming around with headtorches, to do what exactly? In this garden nothing, absolutely nothing is in disarray. Even the trampolin is now in a safe place, waiting for repair, when the grandchildren and their mother will be back from holidays and will need it. So why did those people drag rain barrels from A to B, bumping against clothes poles and the like, stow away garden hoses, and, best of all, save footballs! The fence around their property is way over one metre high, it´s quite unlikely that a gardenhose will fly off to the neighbours! Worst thing possible is that one of the solar lamps might fall of, but those got collected by idiot number one´s wife. It´s the old dork terrorising his wife and sons, none of the three would get up for tidying in the middle of the night! They excel in other idiocies- we got the donkey back during their nightly activities. Hubby, who had joined me at my watching post, burst into roaring laughter when he heard it. I am pretty sure that idiots were aware then that they were watched. We don´t care, we applauded and went to bed again. For some time I pondered on the old man not getting enough sleep. Then his wife told me that the whole family is in bed at seven in the evening- each and every day. All of them, even the young ones! I do not need to ponder anymore... No wonder that you won´t see any lights in their house come evening! For evening ruckus we have Santiago- barely as old as Cassian, the young one comes out of the house around eight in the evening and stays up until eleven mostly. Hubby told me so, I am in bed at this time! But gosh, this boy is loud! He either howles, because he does not get what he wants or has hurt himself, or he imitates cars, mostly racing cars...
The rest of my day got spent with doing nothing, and hubby joined me on the terrace, to do the same. It´s quiet outside when most of the neighbours´ children are on vacation, but it´s really nice. The older one gets, the less noise one needs- except for hubby, maybe, but that´s why he hears only half of the things happening around him!