mikebird
Banned
I don't really do that
although it's more likely in summer
Neighbours just never stop screaming and shouting. The little ones make a lot of noise in the street and dance, at full verve... whoooaaahhhhhhh!!
They have a very loud, barking dog. I can't see it. It's round the back. We're surrounded by concrete and tarmac. Every soundwave bounces of every surface. My windows are open
All car doors, hatchback / boot all go B A N G ! !! about 10 times per second
Everyone likes their sport exhausts and make 'em go... GGGRRRRR
The way I get communication from people around is sometimes non-vocal. Just door slamming. I see people in the car park. One slam more, I get wound up. What is she doing? One wine glass? Out of the door, through the communal door, to the boot, then shut it. Then back again for one glass at a time, of the remaining 11 glasses. I'll stand there. Before she gets to the car, I'd open and shut my boot 16 times in from of her, and approach her in a gnarling growl, at the limit of my vocal chords. I never have a reason for that, but I can. It'll sound brain-grinding, in this tight quadrant set of buildings
Since I've lived here, I open the main door, let it close gently, with no sound. Same for my door. They all have springs. Everyone pull them open and let them go: a game of pinball. The building shudders around me. It's ever just out & go. It's accompanied by out & in, and back, over again...
although it's more likely in summer
Neighbours just never stop screaming and shouting. The little ones make a lot of noise in the street and dance, at full verve... whoooaaahhhhhhh!!
They have a very loud, barking dog. I can't see it. It's round the back. We're surrounded by concrete and tarmac. Every soundwave bounces of every surface. My windows are open
All car doors, hatchback / boot all go B A N G ! !! about 10 times per second
Everyone likes their sport exhausts and make 'em go... GGGRRRRR
The way I get communication from people around is sometimes non-vocal. Just door slamming. I see people in the car park. One slam more, I get wound up. What is she doing? One wine glass? Out of the door, through the communal door, to the boot, then shut it. Then back again for one glass at a time, of the remaining 11 glasses. I'll stand there. Before she gets to the car, I'd open and shut my boot 16 times in from of her, and approach her in a gnarling growl, at the limit of my vocal chords. I never have a reason for that, but I can. It'll sound brain-grinding, in this tight quadrant set of buildings
Since I've lived here, I open the main door, let it close gently, with no sound. Same for my door. They all have springs. Everyone pull them open and let them go: a game of pinball. The building shudders around me. It's ever just out & go. It's accompanied by out & in, and back, over again...
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