Today, Loonie Louie is making a racket upstairs, I think he's drunk and I think he's celebrating the fact Pat may not come home. I think he heard me saying to another neighbour P, that no one is sure when she is coming home or even if she is coming home.
He's been playing very loud music, which seems a little odd when he's continually said he doesn't like loud noises. Then there was some very loud door knocking and a bit of a fight in the upstairs hallway, yelling and scuffling. I got so scared I called the police and locked my doors.
Still waiting for the police to show at this point. 4:50pm and things seem to have quietened down. but I'm so shaky inside I can barely type.
Yesterday Loonie was bashing his floor above my kitchen, because I'd made a bit of noise prepping and cooking dinner, then again when I washed and dried my dishes. An hour after that there was a lot of yelling, I think at nobody in particular, then he moved on to swearing, F*** you, over and over, then it seemed as if he turned on all his taps at once, there was lots of water running anyway.
Later in the night he was shouting again, something about "I will fight you" and other words I couldn't make out.
I'm really unhappy with this whole situation. I don't want to move, I don't want to have to move. But what will I do when he finally gets fed up with Lola galloping around in the early morning hours? That seems to be her preferred exercise time...
I don't know what to do.
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