About 20 years ago I lived next to a couple and their two children. I used to refer to the man as Mr Noisy and I firmly believe that he would go to the tool stores and ask for the noisiest possible tools they had. It was a constant stream of one noisy tool after another. Sometimes I think he pulled structures down just so that he could put them back up again.

I remember one day there was a big thunderstorm with lots of lightning and I heard noises coming from their roof. He was standing up on the metal roof trying to fix something, maybe a leak and appeared to be totally oblivious of the lightning flashes around him - not close enough to get him, but close enough that any sane person would choose not to be standing on a metal roof in the rain.