Mr Poo'McWeasle was an old man, quite a sour old man if I must say. He didnt enjoy birthdays, festivals, ceremonies, he didn't enjoy any celebrations at all. Living next door to him was a quite a challenge. No putting the volume any higher than a whisper on the telly before 11am in the morning and past 5pm in the evening. Mowing the lawn only once every season, meaning only 4 times in the whole year. Even something so small as flushing the damn toilet was an issue, can you imagine, a curfew on flushing the toilet after 5pm in the evening. Old Mc'Nutter says No noise at all after 5pm orelse he'd get me evicted. Mind you as a human with a very active bowel, the state of the toilet till 11am in the morning was a right state. I would have to keep the toilet windows and landing windows wide open all evening and throughout the night to vent the gassy air out, and in the winters I would sleep with 3 coats on. Follow me on my tales of old Mc'Nutter and how he ruined my life and my social life along with my sanity.