LOUD PARTIES BY QUEEN STUDENT’S YESTERDAY

Those of you who follow this blog recognize my house in this picture on the vine side, the end of a Victorian row of 4 houses.
For the second night in a row, the noise next door grew louder until they added one of those South Africian horns that came out in the soccer matches. That was followed by the heavy beat of some heavy metal music. I have to work today. This wasn’t helping.
It was after midnight by then, party having gone on maybe an hour and a half and showing signs of increasing in strength. Our bedroom directly adjoins their kitchen & party room. Due to the heat, windows on both sides are open. I got up in the dark, groped for the phone, dialed the police, listened to a rota of helpful community messages, got somebody who sent me to dispatch, listened to the rota two more times and finally got a sympathetic voice who said they’d send someone promptly.

Replaced the receiver, went back to bed in the dark, stayed awake and listened to the thump of music and the venusuleza? (need to get the spelling) till suddenly there was a most welcome but startled silence and after that – nothing! So I’m gearing up tonight since it’s Labour Day weekend.
When your house is attached to the one next door, you can’t get away. I went online in the morning and googled ‘Queen Student parties’ a terrifying search on a far larger scale than our so far simple next door situation which we devoutly hope may be resolved by some one on one sober chat about being neighbours and how helpful we can and will be if they might think about reciprocating. Yawnnnn. I’m still tired.