It’s 0830 on a Sunday morning and my downstairs neighbours start one of their occasional heated discussions. These generally take the form of two hour conversations involving a minimum of three people, the volume of which rises and falls, sometimes rising to a peak with an “I’m sorry, but”, after which there’s a blessed silence for a minute or so. I lay in bed for an hour, hoping they’d go out to church or something, then had to get up.
Another neighbour recently bought an exercise bike, and for the last few weeks I’ve been hearing it squeaking in the late evening. It’s pretty quiet and not annoying like the arguments – you notice it for a few seconds and then filter it out. A couple of days ago, though, my brain connected this fact with the new man I’d noticed her walking around with. I don’t think it’s an exercise bike 🙂