The people downstairs continue to behave increasingly anti-socially. Now they have hooked up their games machine to a pair of speakers, so I hear each computerised explosion and scream at almost deafening volume. I wasn't going to complain about it. I already complained about the previous upstairs tenant for the same reason, and she was later evicted for a whole catalogue of reasons. I had been thinking that if I complained about these people too, it would make me look like a grumpy old git with a downer on all the neighbours. But that isn't the case. The flat upstairs has recently become occupied. Of course I hear them, but they behave decently. I have decided to email the tenants' association, and let them have it chapter and verse.
I was busy at the historic building all weekend, and my evenings were totally ruined by the behaviour I have already described. I didn't take any more of my things to the new place over the weekend, but resumed with another two trips today. I haven't got much more to take now, and the final move is going to be nice and simple. I've got removals people coming in to do it. I'm feeling too old to start lugging furniture and boxes round again, so having the removals people is a real treat for me. I've never done that before. One of the main reasons I made the booking, is that I want the piano moved properly. I don't think I could bear it if anything happened to that.
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