For those I’ve not spoken to (and I can’t recall if this is in the blog), I went to work on Friday having had 2 hours of sleep. The music was on till 4am. And was replaced by a dog barking like mad for almost an hour as it was locked in his front room.
I picked up a colleague at 7:40, and started to tell him what had happened. At which point I just flipped. I punched the steering wheel repeatedly, swerved at the kerb and hammered the anchors on before stalling the car and then just broke down. Fizz had to drive me into work where my boss immediately told me I looked like crap. Once I explained why, he told me to hand all my work off and go home.
I refused.
The last place I wanted to be was in my own home. I worked an entire day on 2 hours’ sleep. I dreaded 4:30 and hometime, but went as I was expecting the police to arrive after 5. They didn’t *sigh*. Will be here on Sunday before midday.
The guy who owns the house called me this evening. I think I’ve convinced him that I’ll settle for no less than eviction. I don’t care it it’s 4 times a week or twice a month. Fact is, I shouldn’t have to put up with noise, threats and chavs pissing on my back door. He’s had warning after warning and now he seems to think he can just get away with it as nothing’s been done as a result.
We’ll see what comes when he talks to the useless workshy ******* **** of a letting agent on Monday.
In the meantime, thank you to all of you. SFG for your copious documentation, Damo for offering to have him ****** over, Dawn for just being great and everyone else. A couple have said they wish they could do more – no need. Just your replies (and calls) have really helped.
Again, thank you. And of course I’ll keep you all updated.
