One Hundred and Fifty Eight - long weekend

Our neighbours who used to live next door to us now live underneath us. More fool them we thought given that Loki on our wooden floor must sound like a jumping jack rabbit on pogo sticks. But we didn't count on the fact that their downstairs small patch of garden would prove to be such a source of contention, not just for Loki but also Iulia. 'I want a garden' she now mournfully declares to me, at random times throughout any day. 'We need a garden'.

Loki goes through gals in his classroom like a cotton tail rabbit. 'Who did you play with today Loki?' He'll reply 'Mia, I love her'. Next day, 'did you play with Mia today Loki?'. 'No, I played with Arrabella. I love her'.

Bloody hell. Man whore.