Leo: We really did not sleep much tonight...
Lamia: I think that's an understatement!
(10 am conversation)
It all began shortly after midnight this morning.
Alice was
still there and while we played the Wii we could hear voices and commotion from our next door neighbours. Well - not that unusual for a Saturday night, to be honest, and we did not think to much about it until Alice had left and we were getting ready for the night.
We could hear the same, muffled babble from the other side of the wall still at 2 am.
And at 3 am.
"They've got themselves some party there", I thought, and while I had trouble to find sleep which was not helped by Mokka and Muffin who both were quite active in jumping the bed and meowing, I eventually did fall asleep.
Then suddenly, there was a loud sound from downstairs, which woke both Lamia and myself up again.
Lamia jumped out of the bed to check what the kittens had thrown over this time - our main concern is normally regarding our laptops - but she came back without having found out what fell (in the morning we learned it was the IKEA clock in the kitchen).
It was 5 am then and it rained quite hard outside. We could hear the raindrops falling on the roof above our heads, which is not such a bad background sound to fall asleep, if you ask me. But we could also still hear - believe it or not! - the same noises from next door! Unchanged!
What the...
With the rain I actually thought I would be able to fall asleep again, but I could not blend out the voices from next door, and finally annoyance drove me into action:
First I went to pee and then I went next door and knocked against the door.
The wife of the couple opened and the hall was immediately filled with an enormous stench of cold cigarette smoke and food smells. Bah!
Though I know she does not speak English, I think it was pretty clear why I was there:
In front of their door,
in the early morning hours,
with wild hair and an angry look.
And probably a wet patch on my pyjama trousers.
Leo: What the hell are you doing?!
It's extremely noisy!
She looked stressed herself, carrying loads of coats which sort of suggested their guests were about to leave. While she said something (I guess) apologetic in French, one of the guests, a huge, ugly guy with curly hair and a deep voice curiously looked who was knocking at this time of the day. And I sort of thought that it was his voice we had mainly heard tonight.
Leo's Eyes: I hate you!
(The look of death)
The wife then talked to people which were not in my sight and while she did, the door closed a little, which I took as a cue for me to leave. What else was there to do?
I went back upstairs and indeed, the noise ceased soon after.
Obviously, we should have complained much earlier than this, but I sort of thought that when someone has guests, they will most likely leave around 2 or 3 am latest. So why make a fuss? Well, now I know. I am curious whether these guys will sometime today apologize or at least do it next time we run into them.
We tried to get some shut-eye afterwards and both drifted in and out of sleep until 9-ish or so, when it was impossible to fend off the kittens anymore.
I will admit I
had worse, but this doesn't change the outcome: we are really tired!
