The Brady couple

So the detested beatch who lived downstairs and stomped around in her army pants and butch haircut, has moved surprisingly to go live with her "boyfriend". She has now been replaced with a couple who we still are deciding are the better or worse of two evils. I mean the couple are fine and everything, it's just that they are very, very social. It's like yeah hey be social, but to have a party every night is just rubbing everyone's faces in it. They are blonde and ever so perky and happy with their tea lights dotted around the garden and little fairies hanging in the bushes and their smug faces and their happy friends honestly, get a life, you're not in bloody Devon here. It's an ex-council in notting hill, can we have a reality check? I mean every night, no matter the weather, although ok it's been pretty nice lately they'll be out there eating "alfresco" actually talking you know, not slumped in front of the tele shovelling food from a trough, like normal people. And then their pretty friends laughing with their trilly laughs, grrr, it's enough to send a misanthrope like me into a frenzy. Yeah ok so i seem like the grinch in their fairytale existence, but can someone rub a bit of acid into all that sugariness. Please?