It's a Tuesday lunchtime in a typical village over here, and Mr Gammon and his wife Mrs Orange Big Lass who live adjacent to us have just got in their hot tub and are pumping out what appears to be Best of 90s Ibiza.
The sky is grey and it's drizzling slightly.
I'm not sure whether to be slightly jealous of them for living their best life, or shout at them to turn it the fuck down.