And it wasn't me! My gym has just started a new 'lifting technique' class which is an awesome way to end my Friday. Heavy lifting on a Friday night makes my heart sing.
I went to bed at 11 PM completely worn out. It was most unfortunate that I was woken up at 4 AM by someone shouting.
I live in a little rooftop flat, we are 3 apartments on the top floor. Neighbor 1 (D) is a scientific writer, he also works from home. Neighbor 2 (M) moved in last summer, she's a female, early 20's. I think she works in London.
M came home completely and spectacularly drunk. In her drunken stupidity she put her key into D's door. She then concluded that we had locked her out of her flat.
Oh Lordy Pete.
D is a phD scientist, he would never hurt a fly. He tried to tell her about the key (he was also now locked into his flat due to her key) but she was having none of that. I looked out of the peephole, she was laying down on the floor, I thought I could sneak out and get the key as she was laying down on the floor but that just set her off again. She started to throw herself violently at his door and I got an earful.
D and I share a balcony so I went over the side and knocked on his bedroom door so we could figure out a solution.
M was violent and abusive. Apparently D is a 'F***ing C*** and a weirdo and we are both F***ing losers who sit at home all day and do nothing whilst she is out working so many hours.
She was like a caged animal in our little hallway. This tirade went on for 45 minutes. Apparently she resents us quite a bit.
Apparently we think we're so much better than her and she just wanted to go home to her life before with her parents and twin brother but her parents are now dead. And we are nothing. Queue the abusive name calling again.
Finally she figured out her mistake at 445 AM. We were so awake that we ended up having a cup of tea and watching the sun rise. I finally crawled back into bed at 6 AM.
My day was a little out of sorts, I woke up before 10, when I looked in the hallway it was a mess of whatever was in her handbag that she was throwing around: coins, gum, a broken pen. I have no idea if her phone survived being thrown down repeatedly.
We received an apology letter under the door on Sunday.
Then we got a longer one on Monday in an envelope.
She was sorry, embarrassed and ashamed and going through a bad time in life. Both letters told us that she didn't remember much. In the second letter she said that she was a good person and that struck me as odd.
I ran into D today, as you know we sit around and do nothing all day...he got equivalent notes. He made a statement to the effect of, 'I know what it's like to know something happened but not know what...at the same time I try to treat people carefully who are going through a rough time in life...but at the same time I don't need this.'
I dropped her a note under her door saying that we're weren't angry just worried that she would hurt herself as she was so upset and 'onwards and upwards' as we say here in the UK.
Just another example of why alcohol is not your friend.
