No Peace for the Wicked

We have had trouble with next doors' before. They moved in off the rough estate several years ago. I even did some fetching and carrying for them and wired in their cooker. Since then we have had thumping music, street rows, a few threats, dodgy looking cars, the police have been a few times. I think she has 8 children, some grown up and even quite friendly, all of whom have been there at various times. It's quietened down recently. They seem to be getting used to not living in Beirut. The little girl is still in the sea scouts. They even discovered my geocache which is in open view across the road (but we talked to them and they were quite interested: at least, it is still there).
Eleven thirty last night, just nodding off, "BANG BANG BANG" on our front door that shook the house. "uh, fucking hell what's that?". A raid? I found my glasses and went to the front door, M right behind (she would have been carrying the baseball bat if I hadnt put it back in the cellar). "Hello? Who's there?" No reply. Cautiously open door. A young woman appears: "Yeah, sorry, wrong 'ouse". "Oh, good night then". There then breaks out a screaming row, apparently involving the activities of next door's alsatian, or at least the activities of it's jaws and teeth, and whether or not they had set it upon someone. This woman was swearing mad and spitting blood at the perceived offence. Fortunately after about 15 minutes it all quietened down and they went away (and yes, I have got her registration number). All good fun, I'm sure.