As couples do when first acquainted in the Biblical sense, they've been taking advantage of most available opportunities to make the beast with two backs, the beast with two fronts, the beast with two sides, and the beast who, fifteen minutes later, is ready to go again.
Unfortunately, their furniture is not made of the same flexible, lithe, youthful stuff that they seem to be.
In the last five days, the following three notes have been discovered wedged into my mate's letterbox.
I like that the "neighb", even though obviously quite adamant about their clearly-made point, takes the time to offer some support, understanding, and relationship advice. And of course, under any circumstances, it's nice to be called "dear".