Playing tag with the neighbours

"ooh an email saying I have been tagged in a Facebook post by our lovely neighbours"

That was my first thought when I read the email notification this morning.   What could it be about at 9.30am? 

Could they have just found out they won the Lottery on Saturday and are asking to take half of it?

Maybe they are inviting us round to their house to drink Champagne and watch The Wedding on Friday.

Or perhaps they would like to come around and drink Pimms on our patio, having seen our lovely new Cath Kidston table cloth on the table.

Imagine my surprise when I read this (and I quote):

To, Mrs  Barrow & Mr  Barrow, Please could you ask Bob NOT to climb up our scaffolding at 6am & jump into our bedroom howling like a banshee scaring me witless! Kind Regards. Nicola xx

Now I should point at this stage that Bob is our cat, not one of our teenage children.

Mortified doesn't even come close to how I felt.   The house is going on the market immediately.