Our neighbours, Beril and Vadim row a lot in a very Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? kind of way. Evidently, she is highly strung and screams at him at full volume. He rarely responds in kind. I think he knows that she is the kind of girl who might wield a carving knife if provoked. She’s always very sweet and giggly with us though and pops across the courtyard with plates of delicious home made morsels from her kitchen.