Deep Arising

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

You see? You see how far it has gone? I think there is an Aussie version as well.

This is Kiwi Mel and Sue. I expect they are probably called, "Mezza" and "Sooza".

The stupid effing neighbours were playing their stupid effing techno music again last night. ON A FECKING WEDNESDAY NIGHT. But Miranda the Landlady tells us that their lease is up in January and she won't be renewing, so I couldn't be arsed complaining. I put in earplugs and fell asleep.

But Caro was annoyed by the principal of the thing and called noise control. Another reason I couldn't be bothered is that it typically takes 45 minutes for them to come out and usually by the time they have arrived the music has been turned off*.

However! Luckily! This time....!

Apparently there was a hell of a row by the time noise control arrived. The bloke came in our flat to measure the volume. Not only that, but when he went to bang on their door, they couldn't even hear him and he had to bellow at them. They drunkenly bellowed back, "IT'S OPEN BRO'! IT'S OPEN!"

Long story short, they've been served an abatement notice which is good for 72 hours. Better than nothing.

But, as Caro observed sourly, "YOU slept through the whole thing."

It's true. I didn't even realise anyone had been in our flat. 

"I could have been MURDERED and you wouldn't even KNOW," said Caro.

It's true. I'm sure I would have noticed eventually.

S.

* I don't know how our neighbours do this. Either they are psychic or in league with Satan. One noise control guy told us patronisingly, "It's not VERY loud is it?" and we had to try to explain that YES WE KNOW THAT BUT IF YOU'D BEEN HERE LITERALLY FIVE MINUTES AGO...