I am unsure if I should punch or bite the next door neighbour. Ok, she is related to the owner of the block and I should therefore tread carefully. On the other hand, she is amongst the most ignorant people I have ever met.
A few months back, she kicked the girl next door out as she wanted to keep the flat free for her occasional visits. Before her first visit, the daughter who lives downstairs took several days off work to clean the flat, have it painted, buy new beds and so on and so forth. I thought it was a bit over the top, but when the bell rang on the first night her mother arrived, I realised I was bitterly wrong.
As I opened the door, she stood there yelling that she could not tolerate the sight of my shoe rack in the corridor, who did I think I was to keep them out there, etc, etc, etc.
Calmly, I extended my arm and shook her hand, politely introducing myself and enquiring who she was.
That was the beginning of the Shoe Rack Saga. After she departed, one week later, I waited an extra week and put the rack out again, as I had told her I would.
Yesterday night, I came home (not in a particularly good mood) to find a note sitting atop my trainers.
What happened to interaction? How about a knock on the door to say hi? I would have removed them immediately. This way of doing things frustrates me.
With no shoe rack left to put my shoes on, I felt compelled to clomp around the flat in my boots... Ok, not nice, but it did make me feel marginally better!
and there it sat quietly at the end of the landing.
remove or i get removed?
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