Psychologically scarred
Crashed at a mate's flat one night after a pub crawl. Before retiring he warned me he had an early start, but I could eventually let myself out and just pull the door behind me. Late morning, ablutions, coffee, door. Door. Locked. Stress, I had some work in the late afternoon. Tried contacting, his phone was off. Called work and said I might be late, they said that could be a problem, uh, be here.

Then the music started in the flat below, joined shortly by the hoovering, pushing up the music even more. Whitney Houston And Aaaaaaaaaaaa eee aaaaiiiii. On repeat.

... And Aaaaaaaaaa eee aaaaiiiii etc again and again for an hour or two. I worried about the mental state of the person below, and then started to worry about my own, which eventually encouraged me to exit via the window on to the street a couple of floors below. Thank you vacuumer, and thank you Whitney for helping me out of there.
(roysin, Mon 3 Mar 2014, 12:42, 1 reply)

One moment in time
only much longer.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Mon 3 Mar 2014, 13:41, closed)