@Paul1255 @Helen427 @Mark116
Well, it's been a looong weekend for me (and it ain't over yet!)
I have 12 Welsh guests in since Thursday, who are over for the rugby. All in their late 50s, 60s and 70s. Really warm, friendly, lovely people, who I've rvery much enjoyed chatting with and getting to know. (They've even insisted on taking myself and my two drivers, Bob and Robbie to lunch later today, as a "thank you" for taking such good care of them)
Absolutely love them. But dear god, are they louuuud!! My nerves have been in tatters since they arrived on Thursday, trying to keep them to a reasonable decibel level, and walking the very narrow tightrope between allowing them to enjoy themselves to the fullest without me being too heavy-handed, and watching them like a hawk to ensure my neighbours aren't disturbed in any way.
Not an ounce of badness or malice in them, and they're certainly embracing the "live like a local" vibe - every time I leave the house, someone asks me if my lovely Welshies are still here - but boy, am I looking forward to them heading back home tomorrow morning! At least I'll be able to get a proper rest tomorrow night, without having to sleep with one eye open, and my blood pressure might return to normal. Well, until the next crew arrives, anyway... 😉