We’ve all been there. Every one of us has committed that cardinal sin. An act for which the only real retribution must be permanent incarceration in the deepest, darkest hole in Scotland. We’ve all, at some point, been a little too loud. Made a little too much noise. And if that’s you, then own it. Accept it, apologise and move on while being a little more considerate in the future.
Maybe you’re the one with the noisy neighbours. Or upstairs have a toddler, or an odd fascination with hoovering at 8pm, or they have a party once every few months, but you don’t complain because, honestly, they’re not hurting anyone. No one wants to live in a block of flats but in this town none of us have a choice and we’re all just trying to get by.
Maybe you live above a pub, which plays music from 11am to midnight. You can hear the hand driers in the gents whenever you’re cooking, and yeah it’s annoying but they were there before you moved in and you can console yourself with the fact that they’ll be there after.
This is not about those people, the reasonable neighbours. Oh no. Because out there, somewhere, are people who seemingly spent their entire lives in sound-proofed homes. The walls covered in baffles, noise-cancelling headphones on at all times. People who feel the need to come and chap on the door for the unforgivable crime of talking at 9pm.
Are you sitting there with a glass against the wall? How did you not know that flats have thin walls? Accept it, move on, and stop texting the shushing emoji before I tell you to do something anatomically improbable.
“edinburgh tenements” by zoetnet is licensed under CC BY 2.0.
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We’ve all been there. Every one of us has committed that cardinal sin. An act for which the only real retribution must be permanent incarceration in the deepest, darkest hole in Scotland. We’ve all, at some point, been a little too loud. Made a little too much noise. And if that’s you, then own it. Accept it, apologise and move on while being a little more considerate in the future.
Maybe you’re the one with the noisy neighbours. Or upstairs have a toddler, or an odd fascination with hoovering at 8pm, or they have a party once every few months, but you don’t complain because, honestly, they’re not hurting anyone. No one wants to live in a block of flats but in this town none of us have a choice and we’re all just trying to get by.
Maybe you live above a pub, which plays music from 11am to midnight. You can hear the hand driers in the gents whenever you’re cooking, and yeah it’s annoying but they were there before you moved in and you can console yourself with the fact that they’ll be there after.
This is not about those people, the reasonable neighbours. Oh no. Because out there, somewhere, are people who seemingly spent their entire lives in sound-proofed homes. The walls covered in baffles, noise-cancelling headphones on at all times. People who feel the need to come and chap on the door for the unforgivable crime of talking at 9pm.
Are you sitting there with a glass against the wall? How did you not know that flats have thin walls? Accept it, move on, and stop texting the shushing emoji before I tell you to do something anatomically improbable.
“edinburgh tenements” by zoetnet is licensed under CC BY 2.0.
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