Monkeys next door

Start of the school hols is marked by the screams of my neighbour's two boys as they tear down the corridor in the middle of the night, playing with their plastic samurai swords.

And here I am in the darkened living room, praying hard that their screams won't wake baby up.

I don't know why their parents won't rein them in. There are two other infants on our floor. They  need sleep at this hour too.