'Er upstairs

She was appalling yesterday evening. Her back door was open, and all the stamping and stomping was set in counterpoint with her voice ricocheting down the street. 'Im upstairs got his tuppence worth too, shouting and hollering and stamping around while playing with the toddler.  It went quiet by about eight and I was on tenterhooks , waiting for a further hour's worth to start at about nine. Extraordinarily it didn't happen, and I sat there nervous and edgy until a quarter past ten. I wonder if someone went and spoke to them. You have probably noticed that I don't cope at all well with noise.