Am cross with my neighbour this evening.
I’m ill. I went to bed at 10.30pm to read. I’m exhausted.
The flat next door is vacant, has been for a while. She’s having trouble letting it (is a 1 bed unlike mine which is 2 bed and a fair bit bigger). Owner hasn’t lived there in years, she rents it out.
The building is old and the walls are thick. But. My bedroom borders the bedroom of that flat. For most of the time I’ve lived here it’s been fine. But the last couple were awful. Whenever there was a bit of ‘how’s your father’ going on, I was often unfortunate enough to hear it. Because the woman moaned and grunted like a pig in sh*t. If that’s crude, well. Live with it. I had to. I don’t, generally speaking, like hearing people shagging (also happened when on holiday in Prague last year, lovely hotel, but God – the noise from the next door room). I’m not a massive fan of seeing people snogging in public either.
Anyway, I was going to call the police. Couldn’t reach neighbour on phone. Left long message along the lines of “well of course you WOULD HAVE TOLD ME had you let it, seeing as I have a spare key and keep an eye on it, which is why I’m assuming the worst…”. The noises stopped and whoever was there left.
A text came in not long after to say that, yes – it was now let. Sorry for not having told me, etc. Panic over.
A shame as I’d liked having that flat empty…