April 11, 2006 - 12:51 am
Our new downstairs neighbour came up to complain to us that we are noisy! True, I was blending up a smoothie just before midnight...but I've never really thought of ourselves as noisy. We've lived in this paper-thin walled building for over 3 years and have always heard pretty much everything from all our neighbours. The walls are paper-thin, so much so that I can hear my next door neighbour fart. It's an old building and we have cheap rent and that comes with a few downsides. Our old downstairs neighbours used to have really loud sex and move the furniture at the same time...well, at least that's what it sounded like. We never went to complain because really, sex can be noisy and why would it be any of my business? I kept earplugs by the bed, we'd tell our friends all about it, but that was the extent of it.
But this new neighbour says that she can hear us "move furniture" and she can hear our "bed", which is her code word for the sex. Luckily, C dealt with it since I can sometimes get a bit testy and confrontational when challenged. C on the other hand was the perfect gentleman. He was genteel and polite and said that he'd take what she said "into consideration".
Really, there isn't much we can do other than try to use better late night blender judgement. Such is the life when you live with thin walls. If complaining about "the bed" is the worst of your complaints, life can't be that bad.