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Neighbours,
This is difficult for me as I believed we were on good
terms, but I am wondering if in some way I have offended you, in which case I
would be pleased to try my best to rectify what it is I have unknowingly done.
I ask because the banging of your front door is becoming an awful disturbance
to me, it’s even knocking plaster off the cracks in my walls. Perhaps you are
unaware how disturbing it is. I know the side entry door is spring loaded, but
with both being banged it is causing me distress.
With warmest regards….”
The letter seemed friendly enough, but scrawled across it
in black marker pen, the word ‘BITCH’ had been scrawled across it. Really?
Why on earth would someone take offense to that letter? Some people are just so
inconsiderate.
CHAPTER NINE
A bit more information on Panda’s neighbours from hell
that she had included in some of her posts:
Later that same day she had
posted the non-threatening letter through her neighbours door, and even
spoke to the wife who lived there, her husband came upstairs and retaliated by
denying that they banged their doors, and asked her, why not talk to them about
it first before posting the letter. ‘Panda’ had replied, “Well why talk to you
if you are just going to deny it.” Then he stormed off and banged his door.
Of course, the man is now
constantly banging their front doors and windows as often as possible to
irritate her. ‘Panda’s’ friend came over and tried to talk with the bully
downstairs. He was assaulted by the bully, but when the police turned up, the
witnesses stuck on the bullies side, and her friend was arrested; the bully got
away with it. This tells us an important lesson. Don’t shout at your noisy
neighbour or YOU will be handcuffed and arrested, even if YOU are the VICTIM!
The more I had read of her
predicament the more furious I became. The neighbours were now using her bin
for their rubbish. They have four bins, Panda has one bin. She now has nowhere
to put her rubbish so has to tie it up on the front porch. She has now been
issued a warning from the Landlady because she is a trouble maker, all because
she is a decent resident, and complaining about the noise from other neighbours
who are doing these things on purpose. The victims always lose in these
situations. Things have got to change.
As far as I could tell, these
people had no right to do what they were doing. In my mind, they were a waste
of space and were consuming good oxygen. I was fuming. This will go on no
more, NO MORE! I screamed, and the flat shook. Finding a gas appliance with
a pilot light, I reached in and started to mess about with the insides.
Something broke. The blue flame quickly turned orange. I knew what I had done,
but I did not feel any remorse for what I doing and the consequences. I was a
Daemon, Judge, Jury, and Executioner. At least that’s what I assumed.
I heard the outside door slam
shut, and a few moments later, the front door opened, and ultimately
deliberately slammed as the man and woman entered. They didn’t talk to each
other either, they shouted. They weren’t arguing, but being deliberately noisy. How can they keep this up? Surely it must annoy themselves? The minds of
idiots and inconsiderate assholes always baffled me. I shook my head, but
inside I was laughing. Soon, Panda would have a quiet home for a while. I
quickly shot upstairs to check that the fumes would not be penetrating anywhere
in her flat, noting Panda already despairing about the banging that’s just
started. I shot back downstairs and watched as the man sat down at the kitchen
table and started swinging his legs against a kitchen cupboard door. He
motioned his wife to do something too, so she went to the kitchen door and
started slamming it against the wall. I pity you poor fools, nothing better
to do than be abusive to a lone woman, thinking you have a right to do such a
thing. But not for much longer. I laughed . I
This is difficult for me as I believed we were on good
terms, but I am wondering if in some way I have offended you, in which case I
would be pleased to try my best to rectify what it is I have unknowingly done.
I ask because the banging of your front door is becoming an awful disturbance
to me, it’s even knocking plaster off the cracks in my walls. Perhaps you are
unaware how disturbing it is. I know the side entry door is spring loaded, but
with both being banged it is causing me distress.
With warmest regards….”
The letter seemed friendly enough, but scrawled across it
in black marker pen, the word ‘BITCH’ had been scrawled across it. Really?
Why on earth would someone take offense to that letter? Some people are just so
inconsiderate.
CHAPTER NINE
A bit more information on Panda’s neighbours from hell
that she had included in some of her posts:
Later that same day she had
posted the non-threatening letter through her neighbours door, and even
spoke to the wife who lived there, her husband came upstairs and retaliated by
denying that they banged their doors, and asked her, why not talk to them about
it first before posting the letter. ‘Panda’ had replied, “Well why talk to you
if you are just going to deny it.” Then he stormed off and banged his door.
Of course, the man is now
constantly banging their front doors and windows as often as possible to
irritate her. ‘Panda’s’ friend came over and tried to talk with the bully
downstairs. He was assaulted by the bully, but when the police turned up, the
witnesses stuck on the bullies side, and her friend was arrested; the bully got
away with it. This tells us an important lesson. Don’t shout at your noisy
neighbour or YOU will be handcuffed and arrested, even if YOU are the VICTIM!
The more I had read of her
predicament the more furious I became. The neighbours were now using her bin
for their rubbish. They have four bins, Panda has one bin. She now has nowhere
to put her rubbish so has to tie it up on the front porch. She has now been
issued a warning from the Landlady because she is a trouble maker, all because
she is a decent resident, and complaining about the noise from other neighbours
who are doing these things on purpose. The victims always lose in these
situations. Things have got to change.
As far as I could tell, these
people had no right to do what they were doing. In my mind, they were a waste
of space and were consuming good oxygen. I was fuming. This will go on no
more, NO MORE! I screamed, and the flat shook. Finding a gas appliance with
a pilot light, I reached in and started to mess about with the insides.
Something broke. The blue flame quickly turned orange. I knew what I had done,
but I did not feel any remorse for what I doing and the consequences. I was a
Daemon, Judge, Jury, and Executioner. At least that’s what I assumed.
I heard the outside door slam
shut, and a few moments later, the front door opened, and ultimately
deliberately slammed as the man and woman entered. They didn’t talk to each
other either, they shouted. They weren’t arguing, but being deliberately noisy. How can they keep this up? Surely it must annoy themselves? The minds of
idiots and inconsiderate assholes always baffled me. I shook my head, but
inside I was laughing. Soon, Panda would have a quiet home for a while. I
quickly shot upstairs to check that the fumes would not be penetrating anywhere
in her flat, noting Panda already despairing about the banging that’s just
started. I shot back downstairs and watched as the man sat down at the kitchen
table and started swinging his legs against a kitchen cupboard door. He
motioned his wife to do something too, so she went to the kitchen door and
started slamming it against the wall. I pity you poor fools, nothing better
to do than be abusive to a lone woman, thinking you have a right to do such a
thing. But not for much longer. I laughed . I
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