The Morning After

Behold the stunning views we enjoy of our neighbours across the way!  Last night, they had a rousing party where they hosted lots of their friends (I counted at least 16 people on the terrace alone).  These kids (we assume they are students whose parents either own this pricey penthouse apartment, or else pay the rent for their young 'uns to live there) have always left their terrace a shambles -- witness the sagging hammock, the drooping fairy lights strung haphazardly from the railing, the dead potted plants, the random piles of rocks, electrical wires, and various bits of rubbish -- but this morning they have upped the ante with dead soldiers, empty plastic cups, countless cigarette butts, and other signs of what would appear to be a successful bacchanal.  I have a feeling this will be our view for quite a while before they stagger outdoors again!