Last weekend, Carol and Denny were a right randy little twosome.

They moaned together, writhing in their heavily soiled bed for two days straight.

All the while, stumbling about in their front garden, were rotting neighbours Bob and Jess.

Of which, were also moaning; all lumpen, stinking like mouldy old human paste in a bin full of used dog-s**t bags.

Apparently Bob and Jess had completely escaped Carol and Denny’s attention.

Until the next morning that was, when Monday’s blues bit them harder than usual.