A minute ago, I heard this very loud rocking and creaking sound upstairs, like someone either jumping up and down on a bed, or having really really vigorous sex, and the walls of my flat and all the things on the shelves started vibrating. It was actually quite worrying.
I figured it has something to do with the upstairs neighbours packing, since I know the place is for lease. But I was worried they were going to do some structural damage, so I was very reluctantly mustering up the energy to go upstairs and ask them not to do whatever they're doing.
I've never been the complaining neighbour in this scenario, just the neighbour complained against. And I don't know how to be less of an arsehole about it than the neighbours who complained about me were (no, Susan, no matter how fat I am, just ordinary walking across the floor above you cannot be considered 'stomping' and an unreasonable disturbance.)
While I was still dithering, the creaking noise stopped, and was replaced by rapid discussion in Hindi, followed by someone going up and down the stairs. I conclude that they're aware of the problem and I don't need to talk. I am relieved.
Edited to add: or it could have been the earthquake that just hit Victoria, yes. Oh Melbourne. I don't remember any earthquakes when I was a kid. Now we have a few every year. What happened?
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