Bedroom Croquet

While I was lying awake in the wee hours of the morning today listening to the usual racket through my ceiling, I finally realized what all the noise must be.

My upstairs neighbors must have a croquet set in their bedroom.

Each morning they get up, take showers, 'Clicky Shoes' (who likes to do dawn chores in her heels... click-click-click) leaves for work and then her husband plays croquet on the hardwood floor for about an hour. It's the only thing I can think of to explain the wooden clacking and sound of wheels or wooden balls being rolled across the floor. I find it an odd choice for home recreation, but hey.