Everybody needs good neighbours... preferably not ones who start vacuuming at 6 am or put their noisy washing machine on in the middle of the night. The guy upstairs does 14 star jumps at 11.30 each night right before he goes to bed. I'm not joking, bump, bump, bump 14 times every night 11.30 on the dot.
I wonder what the new downstairs neighbours think of me? I wonder if they can hear me wandering around in the middle of the night, or the woofing and howling when I dream. One thing is for sure I'm a lot quieter than the two dogs that have just moved in. Talk about letting us know they are new. Yap, yap, yap all day long. I was watching them move in the other day. It's amazing the amount of stuff they've crammed in to their apartment. There can't be any room left for their dogs to stretch out but judging by the doggie push chair outside the door they are probably not that active. Promise me, no matter how sick I get, no matter how rickety my legs get, never, ever put me in a pram. I'd sooner suffer the indignity of dragging my arse along the ground before being pushed around in a pram.
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