New Friends, Old Fiends
The title is somewhat an exaggeration. Not the fiends part, the friends part.
However, I’m referring to our neighbours.
We live in a house with eight apartments, two on each floor. (We’re on second floor (German p.o.v.) or respectively third floor (American p.o.v.), if you want to know.)
The apartments on ground/first floor are really one apartment because they tore the wall between the apartments down and made it a really huge one (if what we think is right it must have approximately 160 square meters). It has been empty for about one year now and finally people are moving in.
We already call them our new friends because they seem to be exactly what we need in this house which brings me right to fiends part of the title.
We hate our neighbours who live one floor down. They are definitely neighbours from hell in a lot of ways.
We met them for the first time when they knocked on our door to tell us that we must not shower after 10 p.m. Yay! What a way to greet your new neighbours. Did I mention that that was about two weeks after we moved in? Yeah.
They also complained about us hanging our bedsheets out to get some air. Then they told us that we MUST NOT play piano at any time of the day or at least play it quietly. It’s a piano, guys. You can’t just turn it down.
Apart from that it obviously wasn’t enough to just complain about that. They had to get out on the balcony first and hammer against our window with some broomstick. Nice.
The guy also shouted at a kid in the neighbours garden because they accidentally kicked their football over the fence and it landed in our garden.
Oh, I almost forgot that they complained again this summer because I watered my plants too quickly and so a teeny-weeny bit of water leaked on their balcony.
I want to point out that we are really nice people. We do play the piano and I do take showers after 10 p.m. occasionally but that are things you have to deal with when you live together with other people.
So we declared these people our personal enemies and I even stopped greeting them when we meet.
So, the really good thing about the new neighbours is that apparently they have at least one child. And they have access to the garden. So there’s bound to be some kid noise in this house really soon which I can totally deal with, but I’m not so sure our personal enemies can. And the father doesn’t look like he would be intimidated by them at all, which is just so cool I can’t find the right words for it.
I also saw a dog today in the garden but I’m afraid it’s not their dog. I so hope it is. For one thing because I love dogs so much I can gain happiness from the thought that there is one in this house. The other thing is that I’m pretty sure our enemy neighbours won’t like a dog in the house. Yeah, I think you got it. Everything that’s bad for our enemy neighbours is perfect for me. I’m so happy. (I still don’t think the dog belongs to our new neighbours, since I’m convinced that our landlady wouldn’t allow dogs. On the other hand it took them so long to get the apartment rented she might have a agreed to some compromises.)
Well, we’ll see how our new neighbours are and if they are as much a pain in the ass of our enemy neighbours as we hope they are. I keep my fingers crossed.
Apart from that it’s still snowing. Amazingly I might add. The weather forecast said snow would turn into rain during the day but it’s already after 3 p.m. and it hasn’t happened yet. I went out for some shopping and it snowed the whole time. I took my camera to take some pictures but the batteries ran out after two pictures. Meh.
Now I’m off to the couch. I will stuff myself with junkfood and watch TV. Happy me.
Current mood: Relaxed and happy (for very different reasons).
Listening to: Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne.