<Wilmslow mode="Not taking the piss out of Wilmslow, more out of myself, but anything about neighbours is going to be tagged with Wilmslow anyway so I might as well do it up front">
New neighbours downstairs. Since the drug-dealing torturers were taken away and imprisoned, it's been pretty peaceful round here. Sadly the nice young lady who lived downstairs moved out a few weeks ago, and a new couple have moved in this week.
They've spent the entire night - now morning - arguing, rushing back and forth slamming doors, rushing out into the back yard slamming the door, rushing out the front slamming the door, all the while shouting at each other and (on the rare occasions they're in the flat at the same time) banging stuff around and seemingly throwing stuff at each other too
It's not as if this is some jerry-built property with paper-thin walls, floors, and ceilings: it's good solid Edwardian stuff built for well-to-do people, and in the past I've learned that it's almost impossible for the inhabitants of one flat to disturb another. Well, these two are exploring the limits of the architecture. They're slamming (internal) doors so hard that my armchair is reverberating. They're shouting so loudly and so often at each other that I'm wondering why I turned the telly down earlier when the film I was watching had a rather noisy musical few seconds in it. I'm pretty sure that, if they carry on at this rate, there'll be an ambulance and a couple of cop cars outside one of these nights.
No wonder I can't sleep. At least the drug dealers kept a low profile, even if they were evil
P.S. The one who lived immediately beneath me, who "...burned the man's back with an iron and threatened to pull out his teeth, as he demanded to know who was responsible for a drugs robbery... [and] also set the man's hair on fire" was nonetheless a much better neighbour than the gits now immediately beneath me, who are still having occasional episodes of shouting and banging and crashing about as I type
Yes, I know that sounds bad, but when you want to sleep you're better off with a good neighbour who's evil in the next street rather than crap neighbours who save kittens when they're not bellowing at each other right beneath you.
</Wilmslow>
New neighbours downstairs. Since the drug-dealing torturers were taken away and imprisoned, it's been pretty peaceful round here. Sadly the nice young lady who lived downstairs moved out a few weeks ago, and a new couple have moved in this week.
They've spent the entire night - now morning - arguing, rushing back and forth slamming doors, rushing out into the back yard slamming the door, rushing out the front slamming the door, all the while shouting at each other and (on the rare occasions they're in the flat at the same time) banging stuff around and seemingly throwing stuff at each other too
It's not as if this is some jerry-built property with paper-thin walls, floors, and ceilings: it's good solid Edwardian stuff built for well-to-do people, and in the past I've learned that it's almost impossible for the inhabitants of one flat to disturb another. Well, these two are exploring the limits of the architecture. They're slamming (internal) doors so hard that my armchair is reverberating. They're shouting so loudly and so often at each other that I'm wondering why I turned the telly down earlier when the film I was watching had a rather noisy musical few seconds in it. I'm pretty sure that, if they carry on at this rate, there'll be an ambulance and a couple of cop cars outside one of these nights.
No wonder I can't sleep. At least the drug dealers kept a low profile, even if they were evil
P.S. The one who lived immediately beneath me, who "...burned the man's back with an iron and threatened to pull out his teeth, as he demanded to know who was responsible for a drugs robbery... [and] also set the man's hair on fire" was nonetheless a much better neighbour than the gits now immediately beneath me, who are still having occasional episodes of shouting and banging and crashing about as I type
Yes, I know that sounds bad, but when you want to sleep you're better off with a good neighbour who's evil in the next street rather than crap neighbours who save kittens when they're not bellowing at each other right beneath you.
</Wilmslow>
!). He said the neighbours were fiesty.
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