Pulled up at my mother's house last night to the sounds of some dreadful party. At least I thought it was a party.
It turns out that her neighbours were singing karaoke in their front room, and they had their windows open - in a bid to share the love with the whole street.
Now, each to their own, but these neighbours are a married couple in their late fifties who look fairly unassuming and not the sort you'd imagine to be belting out disco classics off-key on a wednesday night.
That said, there's always been something not quite right about them. They're friendly enough, but I wouldn't leave them my house keys while I went on holiday - if you see what I mean.
Anyway, as I walk up my mom's driveway I can see the neighbour stood in front of the TV, microphone in hand, and she's belting out 'Dance yourself dizzy' and missing every other note.
I rang the bell and my mother answered the door.
"I see that Captain and Tennille are in residence again" she said. "Come in, the kettle's on".