I am so f...... pissed right now.
On friday the neighbour living under us came and said the kids where too loud. Her husband has a high blood pressure and the running kids make his nose bleed. I promised that I will ask the kids not to run. I did that.
Monday I had an appointment, so no kids. Yesterday the kid arrived at 8.30 o'clock instead of 7.30 o'clock and has been pretty quiet. Today she arrived at 7.30 o'clock. A book fell on the ground at around 8 o'clock and I dropped something on the ground at around 8.20 o'clock. We left the house 8.40 o'clock and haven't been back until 10.15 o'clock. At 10.20 o'clock a man from the property management rang the door and told me that he got a call this morning from our neighbours that the kids are too loud and he asks me to make sure that they are more quiet in the morning. My first thought: WTF?
So they didn't even give me 2 days to get the kids to understand and accept that they can't run in the appartement anymore. The kids don't scream or cry or jump or whatever. They just run or walk loud or let things drop on the ground because they are little kids and not as strong as we are.
God I really hope the neighbours don't talk to me today.
If I would call the property management every time our neighbours in the flat on top of us decide to pound their meat (for dinner, this is not a paraphrase for sex) at 10 o'clock pm or run around in high heels all day (just the woman I think) or shoot with their .. (?) air pressure gun (?) formed like an AK47 in their living room, I would be calling them every second day.
Well I am on holiday now until 03.01. and Paul and I will need to decide if we will stay in Flensburg or move to Neumünster even if he won't have to move there because of his work. And then I will find a new place on the ground floor with more rooms and maybe a small garden.
Maybe I want the neighbours to talk to me so I can tell them what assholes they are. For gods sake they are kids!! Kids have to run! They even should be allowed so scream and cry from time to time.
