First I was going to talk of rain. My ever-growing, intense fascination with this ethereal substance.
Then I was looking at the bevy of umbrellas bouncing along the sidewalk as I walked in the rain today, under my own umbrella, and considered that picture of beautiful imagery something to be grateful for.
Then my boss. Another post will come there. (Suck).
Then the Reese’s peanut butter Krispy Kreme Hubbie got for me on his petrol doughnut run earlier tonight (Mmmm).
But no. 15 minutes ago I changed my mind from all those gratefulness-worthy possibilities.
My dickhead neighbours started being loud. Again. And I thought “I’ve got less than 2 months of this.”
I can’t express how grateful I am for that.
If I were staying on, I would take further action. Write to their body corp. Expressly convey my frustration at the inconsiderate couple choosing to put on loud music and clang God knows what, slam doors and talk exceptionally loudly (shall we just say shout?) past the hours of 10:30pm, very, very often.
It doesn’t happen every night. I might have already committed a sin if that were the case. No, these guys pop up with their loud demeanours, maybe once, twice a week, and every so often it gets so upsetting that like tonight, I immediately call the cops.
I am not a music-scrooge! I can hear him now, he’s freaking sawing something!
IT IS 11:07pm!
I don’t mind music. However generally people don’t start to play it on a weeknight, post 11pm. These guys are not normal. Every time they get noisy, it begins post 10:30pm. They even have kids, primary-aged, and I think they go outside so that their own kids can sleep…
I don’t know how, because I can hear every freaking thing.
They’re also cheeky, in that their loud periods won’t last for much longer than about 15 minutes at a time. Then there might be a half hour gap, and again, I hear the sliding door, and the abrupt jolt as they slam it shut. They must be smokers. I have beautiful visions of calling the house owners and telling them how their roach tenants are slowly tearing their home to shreds.
I don’t like to cause trouble. And I’m not against having some fun. But you cannot deny, that these guys are repeat offenders and inconsiderate bastards who have no common sense about how to go about living alongside their neighbours.
I mean, live on a 27 acre farm, and make ALL the noise you want. Go for YOUR LIFE.
I can’t stand them.
And it may be awfully negative to talk of being grateful for the absence of annoying people…
But man I will be. I just can’t wait to be rid of them.
I am so grateful to be moving far, far away from them.
Let’s just hope our new neighbours are better than these guys…