Them upstairs

The cunts are being more horrible than usual. When I went to bed I could hear the little brat upstairs throwing tantrums, howling and wailing and stamping its feet, and its parent(s) ignoring it. I woke up to the same noise this morning. They've been having some right jolly old times around eleven o'clock at night. Can't wait for them to go, but I know I'll just have to be patient.