Light relaxation

The people upstairs were their usual, annoying selves. There was none of the deafening stuff, but they were still loud enough to be intrusive.
On Saturday evening the older brat was upstairs with his equally revolting friends. I didn't hear anyone else, so I suppose they must have gone out. They were playing computer games. The only 'conversation' that took place was a succession if intermittent shouts, screams and giggles, and the occasional monosyllabic outburst from time to time. That kid is so all-over-the-place that it can't even speak coherently. From my flat it sounds rather like the noises that are made by a performing seal. That went on until about nine o'clock or so.
Then yesterday afternoon and evening were blighted by the antics of Little Miss Anthrax. It shouts. It screams. It shouts and screams out of the window. It throws tantrums. I detest that kid.
The children's behaviour is not their fault. They are only behaving as they have been brought up to behave. Both the mother and junk food have a lot to answer for.