Okay so here is the scenario:
I finally acquaint myself with the "floating ship" that is my four poster bed about 1.30 am, finish watching a favourite lullaby horror movie - Wolf Creek and close my eyes.
Minutes later a door slams right next to my ear and then another and what sounds like a gaggle of adolescent girls (reminiscent of the current manless debacle that is Big Brother UK this year) screams their way into the flat next door at high volume. They are talking so loud I can hear every inane word they say. I shove a pillow over my head hoping that since it is in fact 2 am on Friday morning and most people have work next day they will simmer down.
But no the volume gets louder and louder. They are incapable of communication except at high volume. I give it half an hour and decide maybe if I move one room away through the barricade of a wooden door I may be able to block some of the sound. I shiver onto my leather sofa at the coldest part of the morning. And then freaking techno music starts - at least I think thats what it is. The living room windows are shaking in the glass. The whole block must be awake by now.
3.30am and I am still awake - I have stuffed knickers in my ears and still I can feel the ceaseless thump thump of music and the odd girl shriek.
4 am and I want to take a chain saw to their front door. Will this never stop. More doors slam. More voices. More thumping.
5am day breaks - the crows and squirrels join the chorus in unmelodic fashion, gauging mating signals and fighting.
5.30 am A girl shouts right I'm going, I'm going - slams the door so everything in my flat rattles in protest and silence finally descends
Unbelievable. I have to get up for work in an hour. I drift into uncomfortable sleep in my bed. Only to dream that I go and complain about the noise, go to work and return only to find my flat has been broken into and emptied.
6.30 my alarm goes off. I utter a savage snarl and approach the shower with gritted teeth.
Less than an hours sleep and a full days work ahead.
So what do I do? I am worried that if I complain to the resident who is a guy about my age, tall and a typical Londoner and a tad imposing that my flat will indeed see the sore end of that.
What I also realised was the walls are a lot thinner than they look and that I previously thought they were. SO maybe I have been noisey too on ocassion.
Do I write a note saying:
"Look mate, I want to apologise for noise I have made here. I never realised how thin the walls were. I am sincerely sorry for the any noise I may have made with my industrial vibrator, girl visitors, boy visitors, small donkeys - whatever. Please please can you keep the noise down on week nights and I will do the same. I can cope with riotous weekend nights. Heck I may even join you. But please on school nights can you not do what happened last night or I will go insane and we can expect chainsaws at dawn next time."
Has anybody else had this experience and been worried about addressing the culprit because of fear of repercussions to property? How would you or have you handled it?
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