There’s nothing better than waking up on a Saturday morning and throwing open the curtains to blazing sunshine.

Whether it’s lazing about on the grass or propping yourself up in a deckchair, hanging out in the garden during the British summertime is an absolute joy.

Even for folk who don’t have gardens, there’s still always the option of one of the Fine City’s many lovely parks or green spaces to enjoy.

But although many of us are determined to have a blissful time, something always seems to get in the way.

It might be a wasp which just won’t leave you alone or a lumpy bit of grass under your bum.

But beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most annoying thing when you’re trying to have a chilled afternoon is listening to other people’s music.

This weekend my neighbours and I were treated to constant, unending, miserable tunes being blasted out of a home nearby.

The doors and windows of what the occupants appeared to think was a nightclub were thrown open from 9am on Saturday morning.

And then the party began.

I wouldn’t have minded if it was even vaguely decent music – and I’ve said in my column before people who make judgements based on music taste are a pet peeve – but it was the same base beat for more than 12 hours.

At some point in the early hours of Sunday morning people began yelling out of their windows for the racket to be turned down, only for it to begin again about seven hours later.

I completely get that people might want to take a little portable speaker to the park or beach, or listen to music in their back garden.

They should be able to do that.

But don’t impose it on other people – especially for hours on end and into the middle of the night.

We’ll have more sunny weather this weekend, so don’t be the person ruining it for everyone else.