The aromas must of wafted and oozed their way through the walls or even windows of my next door neighbours residence. I think the sun was 'cracking the flags' for a change (must of been December?) and everybody had decided to leave their windows open and let the blue bottles in.
All of a sudden the early morning peace was shattered by my neighbours having a domestic:
"Why do we never get any effing bacon?"
What's the daftest argument you have overheard?