The tale of neighbour trouble continues. As if destroying my turtle pond wasn’t bad enough, a couple of months ago. Which he still hasn’t paid for. I’ve learned more about the sort of person he is, the owner of the top apartment. Drunk by noon, beating his wife by tea sort of a person.
He’s now rented out the flat. To whom isn’t the issue. The issue is, to how many. Between 25 to 30 workers have moved into the small 3 bedroom apartment. So yes, lots of noise, litter everywhere, harrassment of the females who live in the block, minor thefts, half dressed fully drunk fat workers sitting around the communal yard drinking and eating chicken, and – well, with 30 drunk blokes sharing a single toilet, you cn guess what the stairwell is beginning to smell like.
My biggest concern is the crap they’re throwing out their windows that’s landing in the turtle ponds. It’s lessened since I complained a couple of days ago, surprisingly. But different groups of workers come and go.
Is it legal to fill a flat with that many people? It’s a government built and managed, but privately owned apartment block. There must be rules and regulations. Something about maximum occupancy must be in there.
Trouble is, the bureaucracy will probably make it hard work. Worse still, as much as Mexicans complain to each other about something, the chances of them actually doing anything about it are slim. It’s a frustration. I have about as much faith in anyone doing something positive as Chandler had of Joey in Friends.
There’s only one solution as I can see it. By solution, I mean something that might actually work. Paying a couple of hoodlums to go round Drunk Wife Beater’s house and give him a thorough bone breaking kick in. On a daily basis. Till the flat is emptied. Extreme? You haven’t spoken to him. It is, sadly, the only language he’d understand. Because the law seems to say nothing at all.
But I’m open to suggestions. If anyone has had experience of this sort of thing, knows someone who has, or just knows the law – please do feel free to let me know. It would be nice to have a good nights sleep.
Which last night, sadly, was interrupted by an extra unwelcome visitor. It’s mouse sized and makes a racket. Most horrid little creature on the planet so it is! And it decided to talk a noisy stroll through our bedroom in the middle of the night.