I see. Six disfunctional ordinary lowlifers is about the same as one Frankenstein, or maybe worse. I've heard some right tales of maniacs that for some reason aren't under lock and key yet. I've lived near one or two but not right next door, so far. The next-door neighbours I've had have always just been a bit annoying or stuffy, though one was very quiet and yet didn't mind when we had a noisy party in the shared house I lived in. Her kids played a bit of roots reggae a bit loud sometimes, but never late at night, and I like roots reggae, so that was OK.
And now I'm off for a bowl of taters and telly.
What more could a man desire?