Oh my lord, I hate my neighbours, at the best of time it is normally the family that live opposite that can wind me up because they have a 2 year old that quite happily swings on his front door early morning and slams it then does he same again, trust me when I say I could more than happily swing his head of the door if he carries on, also he has one hell of a set of lungs on him, especially if he doesn’t get his own way, god can that boy scream.
However, that is not the thing that bugged me the most today, upstairs neighbours were in their kitchen tap, tap, tapping away, (what you have to remember is yes, even though the walls are actually quite thick, this building can carry the noise, especially if your wall is up against where the noise is coming from, OMG it went on for half and hour before I went upstairs to speak with them, when I got there, Charlie had beaten me to it, but no one was answering the door, Oh by the time I finished they would answer the door. I knocked very loudly so that I could be heard, (hurt my knuckles in the process) but still no answer so the next best thing, I rang their door bell until someone answered, eventually an old woman did, but didn’t speak English, then the little boy came to the door, eventually after going round the houses (literally) I managed to get the wife to the door, but she just played ignorant, god I wanted to slap her, why is it me that always gets the neighbours who are pains.....aaaarrrrrgggghhhh.
Well I shall say no more on the matter for now, but god help them if I have to go and speak to them again. With that I had one hell of a restless night. If anything, I know one thing, I want to move to the country and have absolutely no neighbours, EVER.
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