It's getting ridiculous, we hear it in the morning at the breakfast table- even the plop. Weekends are even worse as I think he must store up a couple of days worth.
His bathroom window over looks our garden so sometimes we even get a lovely fragrant whiff.
we eat in the conservatory which is right by the window.
AIBU to leave a bottle of Dulcoploppy stuff on his doorstep with a note?