In case you were wondering

whether the thumpy people in the flat above me have gone home for Christmas, the answer is NO. NO, they have NOT. They are up there thumping even as I type this (on my computer, now restored to me, hurrah!). Thump, thump, thump. Creak, creak, creak. Thump. Thump. I want to go up there and be all LOOK BITCHES. I have had a VERY LONG WEEK and you MUST STOP THUMPING.