Following on from my previous thread, I have a Crazy Neighbour update.
My flat is kinda the basement of a 3 storey Victorian house. My front room (which is my bedroom) is at street level, but my back rooms are sunken. I have a small courtyard at the back and CN (who lives above be) has her garden above mine.
This evening I did some washing and was hanging it out next to my open back door. CN is sitting with friends on the bench at the back of her garden. (For context, I've heard them have friends over before and they seem to have seating at the other end of the garden so don't need to be sat right above me. Although I have every right to use my space even of they didn't have any other space!)
CN: Ahem. Can we help you Pickle?
Me: Eh... I'm sorry?
CN: It's just this is a private conversation.
Me: OK...
CN: Well, you're standing there listening.
Me: No, I'm hanging my washing out. *holds up pillowcase.
CN: Hmm. Well after you're done we'd appreciate you closing your door.
Me: Sorry, I'm keeping it open to dry the washing.
CN:...... humpf.
I am now sat out in my courtyard with wine listening to their thorough uninteresting conversation, and watching YouTube because I'm petty.
Ugh.