Here I am, feeling like a complete zombie, working on only half an hour's sleep, two pots of really stout coffee and a bottle of Mountain Dew, no thanks to the huge row the neighbours were having all last night.
[size=8pt]They'd started up about 2200 and apart from the occasional brief lull, they kept on until one of them went to work at about 1000 this morning. Of course, I can't call the manager on it because he goes home at 1700 each day. So I called this morning and they'd convinced him there's nothing wrong. Conveniently for them, they're on the end of the building and the two units directly below theirs and mine have been vacant for a few months now, so it's basically down to my word versus theirs. Oh yeah, pounding on the wall and yelling at them to shut the hell up was an exercise in futility for me, since they'd just pound and hollar back.
It sounded like the classic infidelity dispute (complicating the matter further, they're both Catholic. How wonderful.) If they keep up again like this tonight, I'm calling the cops.