NFH Part 2

You may or may not remember my post about the people who live in the flat below me. So to catch up, I have extremely noisy neighbours, well at least I did.

So about a month ago, they were having their 4th party in a week and there was me, alone in my flat, trying to have a peaceful night with a glass of wine and a DVD. To try and make a point, I turned the TV up really loudly, hoping they would take a hint but, in all my wisdom, it backfired on me and they turned their crappy music up louder. Trying not to feel defeated, I concentrated on my movie. I could feel my rage slowly cooking and starting to rise to the surface.

Then when they turned it up louder...

It was time for some drastic action. I started to plot on what I could do to make them shut up. Call the police? By time they got here, they would have fallen alseep. Gone down there and kick ass? Probably would get my ass kicked.

Then I got it. I would write a letter.

I have to say, I felt pretty awesome posting this bad boy through their letterbox.

1 month later...

They're now really quiet! Not that I'm complaining, it has been the best, quietest month (for them) ever! Yay for me and my awesome letter writing skills :)

Me Vs NFH (Neighbours From Hell) Part 1

We all have those neighbours. The ones who are always loud and obnoxious. There was a time when I was that neighbour. But hey, I was only 18 and was entitled to a party (or few) at the weekend. However, after having a place of my own died down, I didn't have as much parties. Maybe my old neighbours casted a curse on me, sort of like a karma curse because my new neighbours are worse than I ever was!

 For one thing, they're in their mid thirties! But they act like a bunch of sixteen year olds, falling out of their flat drunk, peeing in their garden, cackling like witches in a cavern. Playing the same music again and again, singing (or trying to) at the top of their lungs.

Two months ago, my flatmates and I finally realised we had NFH. We thought all the previous loud music drunken parties, the screaming in the garden, the setting of fireworks in the middle of the night was the worst of it!

Apparently it wasn't.

According to my flatmates, the loud music started around 7pm on a Friday night. It was their typical party so they thought nothing more of it. At 11am the next day, I returned home to find they were still partying, and I could hear the music from down the street!

Inside our flat, we could hear them shouting, every lyric from the songs which seemed to be on repeat and our light was swaying from the vibrations. We could hardly hear the TV and had to shout at each other when trying to speak. Even our upstairs neighbours kept banging on the floor thinking it was us making all the noise.

 We called the noise complaint people twice during the day and they came and told them to turn the music down twice (by this time it was 5pm). At 11pm, after showing no signs of giving up, we called the noise complaint people again who informed them if there was anymore complaints the police would be involved.

We may have won that battle... but the war is still up for grabs

Read part 2 here