I would hate to live next door to our family — then again I would hate to live next door to any family with young children. The fact my four-year-old boy wakes up around six every morning regardless of whether it is the weekend or not and is liable to start yelling at the top of his considerable voice for no discernible reason is deeply frustrating to me — and I was partially responsible for his birth. How it must feel for our neighbours, both young and childless and presumably fans of the occasional lie-in, is something I cannot think about without feeling guilty.
