Reasons to be cheerful.
A short story of the new noisy neighbours.
I was asked "would I be able to collect a swarm on top of a local flat roof sports hall", well, "I'll have a look first if possible", I replied, sorted out all the politics, finished work, emptied the van of my gear, got to the hall, and found the swarm on top the roof, a small caste.
Just as I walk through the last door with all the equipment, the janitor says to me "they just taken off".
A few expletives later, back down the stairs, checking out the area, they're nowhere to be seen. He then says "they seemed to be heading that way", pointing south, to where Mr Muggins here lives.
So as most people in this day and age do, I got straight on the phone, speaking to the O/H, I said, "quickly go up the garden and tell me if there's any activity".
To be told very abruptly, "I AINT GOIN ANYWHERE UP THERE, I CAN HERE THEM".