Let's call today: 'Saturday, 4 October 2008'
wrote in the notebook:
a letter from upstairs
The last time I brought your singing and guitar playing to your attention*, you responded with a written apology & a statement** that it wouldn't happen again.
Everyone in this building wants a quiet & peaceful environment to live in & respects each other with regard to same.
I ask that you contribute in the same way & be mindful that the building is not made of material thick enough to block out your music.
Please honour your initial statement.
Sorry for the disturbance.
I have a gig tomorrow & am in dire need of practice & wanted to grab half an hour of playing while Lauren - and to my knowledge, yourself - were out.
The first & last time you mentioned the same it was late & we apologised.
I thought this a more reasonable hour.
I've hardly picked up my guitar more than a handful of times since then in the flat & there's only so much salt the instrument can stand by playing at the beach - which I've done before for your comfort.
As for others in the building, no one else has mentioned anything. Especially not Gordon*** who also resides close by.
Regardless, the 'noise' has ceased.
And yes, I know how thin the place is, but I take all I overhear in my stride****.
(I deliberately leave out what kind of wishes.)
*approx June or so this year?
**and a box of chocolates, never acknowledged did you notice?
***Gordon is the landlord, and by closeby, I'm referring to the fact that he is also one of the others sharing the building. He lives beside Julie and ourselves.
****in other words, we can hear it when you pee. (pee if we're lucky!)
| Post A Comment... >