Runaway by Del Shannon is a classic song, I love it usually.
Having it on repeat at full volume at gone 2am is another matter – especially when it wakes us up.
Yes the muppet downstairs was truly on form last night.
The music stopped for a few minutes, we lay there straning for the sounds of bathroom ablutions in the hope this was signal he was heading for bed..
Sadly it was not to be.
Within minutes there came the sound of arguing, purely one sided so it must have been on the phone, then the argumentative tone changed to pitiful whining accompanied by the sound of loud sobs – this then changed to pure screaming followed by a minute of silence then Del Shannon was back on, this time accompanied by a very off key singer.
Halfway through the song he obviously had enough and it was turned off and several generic dance tunes were played – about 30 seconds of each in quick succession.
Just as he’d managed to find one he wanted to sing along to there was a knock at the door and the sound of a male voice saying “Alright mate, don’t you think you should turn that down a bit? People are trying to sleep round here”
Amazingly enough, there was a little more murmering that moved from the front door through to the bedroom and the music stopped. Being the nosey person I am I had to see if it was the police or another tenant who’d had this miraculous affect upon our abusive idiot of a neighbour.
Nope, no police – and unless they’ve taken to driving an ambulance it definitely wasn’t another tenant. Back in bed, it seemed obvious the phonecall recipient had called them in – probably claiming he was suicidal (I could’ve told them that, anyone who acts the way he does must be looking for a kicking so severe they stand little hope of making it out alive) It sounded for a few minutes as though everything was going to be ok – then he started shouting at them, I couldn’t make out what was being said – quite frankly I didn’t really want to.
After about 30 minutes of this Stef just turned to me and said “I’m sick of him, now he’s just wasting ambulance time – they could be actually helping someone if he wasn’t tying them up”
We’ve come to the conclusion he’s just a drunk and I’m praying he’s not here over christmas since this will be the first time Stef and I will be spending christmas eve alone at home – I don’t want the drama queen downstairs spoiling that!
I was depressed yesterday, not only because I felt physically and mentally crappy courtesy of the CFS but I didn’t want to be here.
The weird thing is, even after this wonderful reminder of why we spend so little time at home and why we wish to move.. Today I feel fine, I’m awake, mentally alert, happy and even though I’m still achey I have some energy and the desire to use it.
Good job really – I’ve fallen behind on my beading schedule, I need to get ‘em done soon so I can concentrate on the people I’ve not made anything for.