Last night
she had the telly on loud and at least one other woman over for a visit. It
sounded like there were five or more fishmonger wives having an argument and
over the entire racket you could hear a poor child crying his lungs out. He
probably just wanted to sleep, like me.
I decided to
go up and knock her door, thinking that she might be unaware of that the volume
of her conversations is disturbing in the night. I knocked the door and she
opened. I asked her if she could keep the noise down a bit because people are
trying to sleep. She just snared, “I don’t disturb people”, and slammed the
door in my face. It was then I felt death penalty would be a good option.
I went back
to bed and tried to read but her conversation made it impossible to
concentrate. Instead I started to fantasize about different scenarios for my
revenge. My favourite was that I went up there with a bazooka and said “Shut
up, your mother fucker”, and blow her off the planet. Other options
involved the police and social services, collecting names from the whole
neighbourhood for a petition to get her evicted. Somewhere there I fell asleep.
The lady
upstairs behaves strange in other situations as well. When she had a water leak
in her bathroom, which generated a rainfall in my bathroom, she refused to let
the maintenance guy in to fix it. She said she didn’t have a leak!
When water poured
down from my roof in the sitting room the same thing happened. When the
maintenance finally got access to her flat it turned out she had a leak from
her freezer and had not noticed the pool of water on her floor!
The woman is
insane. She even looks mad because she has shaved off her natural eyebrows and
painted in fake ones with a thick black pen, which make her look like a
cartoon.
I pray for
strength to live through this. If I am lucky she gets pneumonia and dies...or
even better, I get some acceptance in my life and accept that we are different.
Live and let live!
Eva, if you have the time please make the comment that I requested from you on my blog about a restaurant/cafe in Brixton. Sorry to hear about her upstairs.
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Have, once again, published a piece about you on my blog. Feel free to tell me if you would like any changes.
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David