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Mar. 4th, 2012 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday I was going to write a hilarious/advisory post regarding How To Deal With Me At The Moment re: the bridezilla thing, as I am currently insanely suggestible. On Friday night, I had tea at my parents as my grandparents were visiting, and my mum suddenly popped up with "And when are you getting your eyebrows done for the wedding?" My response was "Er... never?" and she gave me A Look and that is how I found myself wandering Eastbank Street on Saturday morning and ended up getting my eyebrows waxed and then trying not to cry on the way home from social anxiety and a fear that my eyebrows were now bald. Actually, I worried in vain, she did a lovely job at the bargain rate for £4 and I keep on peeking at me and my mature eyebrows and my worries re: massive forehead have proved untrue, but still, it was an odd morniong.
After a lazy afternoon, we discovered that the family from Downstairs Below are hitherto going to be referred to as Upstairs Above, for reasons I can't fully understand. This was... annoying. Still, we continued with our planned evening, and as I finished up making the orders of service for the wedding, Richie decided to make some pancakes because, well, that's how lucky I am.
It was at this point the neighbours from Across The Way starting making a lot of noise which spilt into the hallway, and I could hearpeople being hit, (male) screams of rage, and the woman shouting "I'LL PROTECT MINE!" and whatever was going on out there was making our door shake as they fell across it.
I phoned the police. I would like to think I'm good in a crisis, and I spoke reasonably well to the police, but I was shaking fairly violently and probably babbling a bit as I was very very concerned they didn't know it was us that had called. The police arrived very quickly with blue flashing lights (fancy!) but by this point it seemed to mostly be over, and for reasons I couldn't quite see the white Jaguar that belongs to Basement Opposite seemed to be involved. (I was peeking outside the window to the car park mostly to check they hadn't hit my car, either.)
Eventually the police left, with no one arrested, and Across The Way locked themselves back in. I crept downstairs to speak to Basement Opposite, who by this point I realised had had thweir entire back window smashed out.
"Er, hi, I'm from My Flat Number," I said tentatively. "Are you okay?"
The lady looked somewhat ashen faced. She explained to me that she is, in fact, the landlady of Across The Way and she's only been letting them stay this long because they owe money. Apparently Across The Way had invited around some "undesirables" (her words, not mine) who had started a fight which led to them using a 'For Let' sign to smash in the back window of her car. Across The Way are now, she hastened to point out, being evicted. I mentioned it was me that had phoned the police, and apologised in advance for having phoned her mum (who is my landlady - try and keep up) to tell her that the police had been called.
I then went inside and had a shot of whiskey. Upstairs Above were still unpacking and had screaming children running about above our bedroom until about 11, and the earplugs are proving useless as the pitches and the shaking undermine them.
Today I'm just feeling low and shaken up. I love my flat, and I love the area, and it doesn't feel like my flat any more. I feel under seige, with constant noise from upstairs (it's still not stopped, THUMP THUMP THUMP is all I can hear) so I've not really slept. Upstairs Above have also helpfully draped cables across our front windows so they can still bootleg Sky, which I'm not amused about, and I'm worried about Across The Way getting any great ideas about me having phoned the police.
My parents are coming around tonight, as part of mine and Richie's Be Nice To Our Families campaign of the last month, so I need to clean. Normally I clean the flat reasonably happily, because I'm houseproud, but today I think, well, what's the point? Of course, I will clean the flat, and I'll take my recycling out, and I'll have a good night tonight. And next weekend I'm in St Andrews, and the weekend after that I am also in St Andrews, and then we have a few nights away, and things will have calmed down by then and I may have also had some bloody sleep. But for now I am slightly shaken up, and feeling a little blue.
After a lazy afternoon, we discovered that the family from Downstairs Below are hitherto going to be referred to as Upstairs Above, for reasons I can't fully understand. This was... annoying. Still, we continued with our planned evening, and as I finished up making the orders of service for the wedding, Richie decided to make some pancakes because, well, that's how lucky I am.
It was at this point the neighbours from Across The Way starting making a lot of noise which spilt into the hallway, and I could hearpeople being hit, (male) screams of rage, and the woman shouting "I'LL PROTECT MINE!" and whatever was going on out there was making our door shake as they fell across it.
I phoned the police. I would like to think I'm good in a crisis, and I spoke reasonably well to the police, but I was shaking fairly violently and probably babbling a bit as I was very very concerned they didn't know it was us that had called. The police arrived very quickly with blue flashing lights (fancy!) but by this point it seemed to mostly be over, and for reasons I couldn't quite see the white Jaguar that belongs to Basement Opposite seemed to be involved. (I was peeking outside the window to the car park mostly to check they hadn't hit my car, either.)
Eventually the police left, with no one arrested, and Across The Way locked themselves back in. I crept downstairs to speak to Basement Opposite, who by this point I realised had had thweir entire back window smashed out.
"Er, hi, I'm from My Flat Number," I said tentatively. "Are you okay?"
The lady looked somewhat ashen faced. She explained to me that she is, in fact, the landlady of Across The Way and she's only been letting them stay this long because they owe money. Apparently Across The Way had invited around some "undesirables" (her words, not mine) who had started a fight which led to them using a 'For Let' sign to smash in the back window of her car. Across The Way are now, she hastened to point out, being evicted. I mentioned it was me that had phoned the police, and apologised in advance for having phoned her mum (who is my landlady - try and keep up) to tell her that the police had been called.
I then went inside and had a shot of whiskey. Upstairs Above were still unpacking and had screaming children running about above our bedroom until about 11, and the earplugs are proving useless as the pitches and the shaking undermine them.
Today I'm just feeling low and shaken up. I love my flat, and I love the area, and it doesn't feel like my flat any more. I feel under seige, with constant noise from upstairs (it's still not stopped, THUMP THUMP THUMP is all I can hear) so I've not really slept. Upstairs Above have also helpfully draped cables across our front windows so they can still bootleg Sky, which I'm not amused about, and I'm worried about Across The Way getting any great ideas about me having phoned the police.
My parents are coming around tonight, as part of mine and Richie's Be Nice To Our Families campaign of the last month, so I need to clean. Normally I clean the flat reasonably happily, because I'm houseproud, but today I think, well, what's the point? Of course, I will clean the flat, and I'll take my recycling out, and I'll have a good night tonight. And next weekend I'm in St Andrews, and the weekend after that I am also in St Andrews, and then we have a few nights away, and things will have calmed down by then and I may have also had some bloody sleep. But for now I am slightly shaken up, and feeling a little blue.
