Once upon a time there was a girl, who lived in an apartment with her boyfriend. Unfortunately they had very VERY VERY noisy neighbours who the girl called the babars due to their stomping about, loud music, noisy meowing cats and most of all crazy arguments, day or night.
For months, 8 to be precise, the girl tried to cope with the noise, until she could no longer put up with it and was looking for other apartments with the hope of fleeing. But one day, not too long ago, the noise got so bad (think hammers banging at 1am) that the kind boyfriend rang the landlord to complain for the 3rd time. "Behold, fear not dear tenants, for the evil babars are moving out today". The galant boyfriend came home to a distressed girl, only to change her mood into one of elation. The champagne was put in the fridge. and it was drunk. and it was good.....but the silence upstairs was better.