Last night

I had a quiet night in with some history documentaries. I was on tenterhooks waiting for the noise to start. It started around half past six, and went on sporadically till about nine. Then it started in earnest. I had an hour and a half worth of stamping, stomping, and what sounded like moving a wardrobe. Of course the toddler grizzled every so often. It ain't the toddler's fault. It's just doing what toddlers do. But why is it running round so late? You should hear its mother. I've finally realised what she sounds like; an elephant trumpeting. She's only small too. You wouldn't credit it.