What I do remember about the weekend is the noise. I could hear the brat upstairs stampeding around, screaming, shouting and losing it's temper. That's now a regular feature of my daily life. Whenever it started I shampooed a bit more of the carpet. The noise of the machine completely drowns out the racket from above. The little sod made such a racket yesterday evening that it completely put me off cooking anything. I'd completely lost my appetite. I ended up eating at 10pm when I got back from the pub, and after it had presumably gone to bed.
The people downstairs had a bit of a get-together on Saturday night. It was all very distracting but I don't really mind it now and again. I hardly ever hear anything from them.
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