So last night was the first night my (usually Co sleeping) DS went to stay at his GP.
I was nervous but was looking forward to enjoying some time with DP and they don't live too far from us so said they would bring him back if he got really distressed at any point.
I eventually relaxed and the night went on. I enjoyed a lovely evening with takeaway, too much wine and a bed to ourselves (with loads of pillows!)
It gets so late I figure DS must be happy and settled and look forward to my first unbroken nights sleep in forever...until at 4am DPs phone starts loudly ringing.We both leap up panicking. It's a strange foreign number and cuts off. We are both a bit puzzled but concerned it is somehow the GP trying to get in touch when a voicemail comes through and its clearly a pocket dial.
Two minutes of rustling and then BLOODY NONCHALANT WHISTLING! 
So at this point I'm wide awake, realise my boobs are huge and leaky so get up to express and haven't been able to get back to sleep.
We googled the number to no avail but it is now my life's mission to find this Whistler and take my revenge, accidents happen but jauntily whistled tunes are unforgivable! 