When I got home from the historic building, I was looking forward to a rest. I was to be disappointed. There was loud reggae booming from upstairs, and the people were themselves shouting over it. All this with their windows open. In sheer despair I sat by the balcony. Shortly afterwards a large quantity of beer came pouring down over my balcony, splashing into my living room and splashing me too. AI didn't know what to do. It completely threw me. About half an hour later the same thing happened again and I could have exploded.
I calmed myself down and went and asked my next-door neighbour. It turns out they don't have a maisonette. I got that idea from seeing him at the window above mine. I felt really embarrassed afterwards. Then I went upstairs, where the door was answered by a feral-looking woman. She apologized, but appeared to be trying to suppress a smile. I told her I had no intention of making a fuss this time, but that it had better not happen again. I really hate these scenes. They do upset me.
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