Let me tell you.
Last year a long term tenant walked away from his flat upstairs from me.
He had mental health problems, non-violent, and had been bullied into a breakdown.
This year, the upstairs flat was completely refurbished.
New flooring, new cabinets, new sink, stove, the works. Everything brand new.
A couple of months after that, a new tenant moved in. Seemed quiet at first.
But then the complaints began. He's having trouble sleeping because there is too much noise at night.
This is a very quiet area, but apparently what he didn't like is the noise of water through the pipes.
Said he could hear it all night long.
Then he couldn't get any hot water. Had the plumbers out several times a week and soon enough, had himself a brand new hot water heater.
Then others in "my" block weren't getting hot water. Many times. One night I stood out by the heaters with neighbour P and the couple from the flat above her. He'd just come home from soccer practise and wanted a shower.
None of us were whispering and I said, I don't understand the problem, I've ALWAYS had hot water, even when they didn't. I offered to let him use my shower if he wished. I assumed he'd bring his wife with him. But they didn't come and probably he boiled some water for a wash.
Anyway, the very next morning after my announcing I ALWAYS have hot water, mine was off.
No hot water for me now, as well as everyone else.
Neighbour P phoned someone, her sister, I think, whose husband is a plumber and learned about the switches that turn the heaters off and on. We went out to check. If the switches are on, we should see a small red line on them.
Every single switch was OFF. We turned them on and since then there hasn't been a single instance of no hot water.
Last week, Monday 12th, just after 6pm as I was about to cook dinner, my power went off. First thing I thought was "Blackout". I looked outside and saw others had power still.
So I checked my kitchen fuses box in case I'd tripped a fuse having too many things turned on. Television AND the overhead light, both at once, how extravagant of me.
But the kitchen switches were OK. I put batteries in my LED lamp and called my ex who lives in the same complex, he came down, took my torch and went around to inspect the mains box where switches are for all four flats, clearly marked by number.
MY switch was off. He turned it back on and I made a note to report this to the housing officer when he came around on the Wednesday. He comes every Wednesday to hear people's complaints. And to socialise.
He (upstairs) also complained about noises from possums in the roof. Until he said that I hadn't noticed much more than an occasional scrabbling sound. But then that became worse. I heard he was putting food up there to try and attract them so they could be trapped.At night I'd hear the possums, then I'd hear sounds like a broom being banged around the skirting boards near the roof. (This is right above my bed, so I couldn't sleep.)
Since then an official possum catcher has been out and the possums have been caught and relocated.
While all this was going on, the new upstairs tenant kept complaining about various things, "people in flats shouldn't have birds", (or dogs) because he doesn't like being able to hear P's little budgie who sings and talks during the day. He was quite nasty to her about it.
P mentioned this to the housing officer and then the swearing began. At P. He called her some really awful names. P is 71 and certainly doesn't deserve that. And the noises. When HE hears noises he doesn't like he makes much louder noises in his flat.
His latest complaint is that he doesn't think anyone of us should use our taps or flush our toilets after about 8pm until 7am the next morning.
All of this paragraph is just what P told me, I didn't hear it first hand.
But then I began hearing slammed cabinet doors in his kitchen, which is right above mine, like he slammed his hands on them, every time I rinsed my coffee cup after dark, or turned the tap on for anything else. Things being dropped heavily above my bathroom if I used the tap in there. Things get dropped above me when I'm in my lounge room when I'm watching TV, so I turn it down...
I mentioned it to the housing officer last Wednesday when I told him about the power being off.
Last Sunday, 18th June, about 8.40pm, I was rinsing things in my sink and heard what sounded like the length of a broomstick being slammed repeatedly on his kitchen floor, my ceiling. Then I went into the bathroom, used the toilet, flushed it and washed my hands. Much louder and much more of the "broomstick" slamming right above the doorway to my bathroom.
Angel was terrified, running from front to back door desperate to get out. I phoned my ex and he came down. I explained what was happening, I was so scared I was shaking inside and Angel was still running around terrified. I asked my ex would he please flush the toilet and wash his hands so he could hear what I've been putting up with. He did and the slamming noises happened again.
So now I have a witness who can back up my story. I plan to tell all this to the housing officer on Wednesday 21st. He goes to the community room and there's cups of tea, coffee and a sausage sizzle, while people talk to him. I don't usually go. This week will be the third time, and only to report the events stated here.
Back to Sunday night...I let Angel out, he ran around for a while doing whatever cats do, then came in and I turned everything off and went to bed.
Monday morning, that's yesterday, I went off doing all my usual Monday things, thinking I was okay, but when I got home around 3pm and saw Angel still jumpy, a delayed reaction set in. I couldn't settle down, couldn't watch TV, had the computer on for just an hour or so (usually I'm online until 10pm).
I realised I was too scared to do anything in case the noises from upstairs began again. I had a headache from the worrying. I let Angel outside for a wee like he always does around 6.30pm, then I went to bed at 8pm. I just lay there and cried. Angel was still outside and I expected him to meow at the door when he was ready to come back in. All night I was up and down checking at the doors.
Right now it is Tuesday, 20th, 11.20am and still there's been no sign of Angel. I hope he turns up hungry by his usual dinner time.