Now come the two weeks from hell. Tons of stuff on at work with a mountain of extra-curricular activities to slot in in all available holes in the diary. It's no wonder my profession is the preserve of singles and the childless: any semblance of routine and regularity is blown to smithereens as soon as your back is turned. Juggling becomes a career necessity and not just a rubric under 'Other Skills' next to Dog Training and Full Driving Licence.
We still pay visits to our upstairs neighbours, altering our tack according to our estimation of their irritation upon seeing us. Oscar Wilde once said: "The definition of insanity is to continually repeat the same action in the hope that things will improve". He must have been thinking of this particular case. It doesn't matter if we're understanding and conciliatory, whether we're brash and abrupt, the result is the same: lots of 'I'm really sorry' and 'we'll pay more attention' and then it's back to square one. In the end it boils down to this: some people are just plain uncivil and inconsiderate. I'm sick to death of trying to put myself in the shoes of people who clearly make no attempt on their side to even come an inch towards you. Some people are just incapable of living close to others and quite a few of our neighbours fall into that category.