Revenge Laundry

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Caro got up early and put on a washload. "I'm doing laundry early for the c***s downstairs," she announced. And last night she put the dryer on at midnight, so this is serious revenge laundry. 

This is our BLORP BLORP neighbours, she's referring too. Despite having noise control called out on them about a half dozen times, they do not seem to have realised we can hear their fecking music. Also they are door-SLAMMERS. I mean, who does that? Who goes SLAM from room to room?

But actually, the blorping does seem to be at a lower volume this week. The last time we had to call noise control was last Saturday, and we haven't felt a need since then. Apparently Noise Control Dude followed this up with a letter saying he would seize their mixing decks if they kept it up, so maybe that worked.

Hopefully it will continue. At the moment I find I can tolerate it, but still find myself wondering why they like music like that. It's not even like it is fast and you could freak out to it. The beat is as slow as a heart-beat, with industrial BWWWWAAAAMPS over it. It's really dull. And it does that for HOURS. 

But if you turn the telly up, you can't hear it so much. Today we finally saw "Spider-Man: Far From Home" which we really enjoyed. But our favourite movie of the day was "Interview With The Vampire" which I had nearly forgotten. 

IT WAS SUCH FUN.

I'd forgotten how gleefully EVIL Tom Cruise is in it. Give the man his due, he might be a bit of a tool in real life, but he's a hoot as Lestat. And he's right! Brad Pitt IS a whiny whiner of a loser vampire!

Trust me on this; you need Evil Tom Cruise in your life. I'll be he does laundry at 7am too.

S.