Roadhump
Time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted
- Location
- The flatlands of South West Lancs
That seems to be the case these days. This image of people just moving into their new home then a knock on the door and the little old lady next door brings round a homemade cake and a pot of tea with her best china cups went out the window ages ago. In reality life's too busy for such "trivialities" as befriending new neighbours these days. When i first moved in here last October i thought i'd start off on a good foot with the women in the flat directly below me. I knocked on her door and introduced myself. I told her that i was having a new carpet with the thickest underlay put down,so the noise from me walking around etc would be hopefully minimal. This polite approach seemed to bamboozle her. "If you do make any noise you'll be the first one i'll be coming to. I don't make complaints,i go straight to the heart of the problem" she replied. Aw,that's friendly, i sarcastically thought to myself. Why couldn't the f..kwit just have accepted my friendly approach,i wondered.
It seems some idiots are just out for a confrontation.![]()
Ah, the joy of living in flats. My sister had a very similar issue with her neighbour below, who had also complained about the previous tenant of her flat.
My mum had a problem in the old people's flats where she lives with the bloke from the flat below having his telly on very loud because he is partially deaf.
A lot of such places have rules and codes of conduct to try to help people live together harmoniously, such as the one where my mum lives which says you must not engage in sword fencing in the corridor, I kid you not. I somehow just can't imagine my 83 year old mum, sprightly though she still is, wearing her face netting, waving her sword around and shouting, "on guard" as she duels up and down the corridor with her old dear neighbours.