NEIGHbours … I say NAY !!
what the hell !! I am new to this amazing beautiful thing called a Sunday lie-in, never having one in my life I have adopted and developed a very very deep love for it. the rules are 1. DO NOT wake me before midday. 2. DO NOT wake me before midday.
real simples – yes !? obviously No!!
Having recently moved back to my beloved Doverfield Road of my early to mid 20’s era, cause this rent is just simply ridiculously cheap & I get to stay in my sweet sweet Brixton Hill neighbourhood that has been mine for the past 9 years. I forgot what it is like to wake up with your neighbours. See when I moved out some years ago, I moved into a nice brand new apartment building that meant, I had fully double glazed windows, to the point of creating a sauna in the flat, and everything was well insulated, so I never if ever heard my neighbours, until I was standing right in front of their door. Little did I know how much this silence would absorb into my being.
Nnnnnoooowwww, back in the every so cute street with sweet maisonettes… I am tortured by sound. Absolutely tortured. On this typical overcast slightly chilly summer’s Sunday morning, I have had the pleasure of being woken up before midday… bloody hell BEFORE midday !! now it started with my own flatmate deciding to shun this beautiful sanctity of sunday lie-in and go to get breakfast stuff. I mentioned I had double glazed windows in my apartment building, right well, in my Doverfield Road – don’t get me wrong I love the flat, but there are a few things that require attention, like new windows and new floors. The owner is ridiculously attached to the original features of the flat, which means that the windows and floorboards were built and installed when blinking Queen Elizabeth wasn’t even a passing thought !! So that means, yes ! that this summer is a little chillier than I am used to but that’s ok.. its the bastard neighbours!!!
I already wake during the week when you ALL slam your front doors when you leave, ALL 3 on either side in our lil maisonette block. I’ve even had to cuss my flatmates for it… listen World ! there is no need, I repeat NO need to slam front doors. The harder the door slam doesn’t mean the less likely you get burgled. It jus means the more likely you are pissing off your neighbour who is likely to 1 day come downstairs and slam your head in your door instead !! as well as just make your door frame fall apart quicker.
The next thing is literally after I moved in, like 4 new sets of people moved into the surrounding flats. I don’t know if it is because before I used to get up and go to work on weekends that I never noticed it, but now theses buggers are straight up LOUD !!
1 likes to play one of the worst types of music ever – electronic. really really loud, and my really really thin window panes, just sit there and do nothing to help my poor ears.
1 likes to I don’t know why but by the time he is done hammering it better be a time travel machine that he is making that is gonna let me go back in time and pick the winning lottery numbers.
2 like to have sex at 10:30am every saturday & sunday morning, and boy does that girl have some lungs on her… but I say Kudos cause @ least someone is doing something right.
then the downstairs very sweet gay couple, have their nieces & nephews round, who seem to be just like wind up dolls… turn that key, and they just go run, run, run up and down the corridor… and it sounds like they are doing it in my corridor … I can’t quite believe that it’s from downstairs…
So I say to my neighbours – you guys better watch out !! cause soon very soon, I will decide to make the most hellified noise and I am thinking that it needs to be at about 4am. when I know you are all tucked away all warm & cosy in your beds… the noise monster will come out to play !!!!
walk good. bless. xoxo
