The killer grandchildren visit their grandparents who live next door, and although there are only I think 3 or 4 of them, they make enough noise for half a dozen. And since we have to have all our windows open in order not to bake to death, we get to listen to them trying to kill each other for the entire visit. Honestly. Friday night they arrived at 6:30pm and left just before 9pm, and screamed and wailed the ENTIRE time. If nothing else you would think they would get hoarse. They don't seem to be able to play normally, one or more is always screaming or wailing as if they've just had a limb ripped off, and apart from a few feeble admonishments, the neighbours just let them carry on. So not only can we not sit in our garden, we can't even get away from it in the house. Grrrr.
Meanwhile, as I sit in front of the fan in a tank top and shorts, I am of course knitting a woolly mitten with reindeer on it. As you do.