I think we've discovered the problem with the flat.

I fear we will need to have a word with the neighbours in the next flat and the one below. At the moment (and certainly I was at one o'clock this morning) I'm thinking in terms of obtaining a suitable quantity of pig's blood, using it to write SHUT THE FUCK UP in large, friendly letters on their front door and pouring the remainder through their letterbox. I realise it's not their fault the floor and dividing walls are built from acoustically transparent cardboard, but there's something about the hours between midnight and 8am on a school night that I hold precious, and violation of which leaves me just a little cranky. redcountess will be enquiring with the council on the subject of noise today.

I may or may not have a second go at them myself, but it does appear that sbp's recovery of the missing B-Movie pics has been almost entirely successful. Particularly sushidog in that corset. And that hat.

The loaner camera has been borrowed from excy so it looks all systems go for the weekend.

Update: Seventeen responses on noise and none on B-Movie photos? I'm shocked!