While I was watching The Man In The White Suit, I could hear music and other noise coming from upstairs. It wasn't all that loud, but loud enough to prevent me from concentrating on the film, so I switched it off. About ten minutes later she turned up the volume. The music was deafening. So was all the shrieking and screeching. My flat was full of it. I went into my bedroom to try and escape but it was loud there too. I put my hat and scarf on and flew out of the flat, and went for a nice walk in the wind and rain. It was quite cold outside so I returned home after a short time, and waited for the din to stop. Some time later she turned the sound down a bit, but it was still too loud for me to concentrate on anything. After a while it stopped.
The woman had been quieter for about six evenings in a row, and I know that must have been a terrible strain for her. I've already told my social worker about how I am being affected, and in the new year she will help me find somewhere where noise won't be an issue. I feel quite sad at the thought of moving from my beautiful flat, but I can't go on like this.
When I left home at just before nine this morning, neither the woman nor the toddler were up. I think I know what I'm in for tonight.
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