Having lived at home for my entire life the concept of neighbours is something that i have never had to think about. Whilst under my parents roof the only time neighbours ever entered my mindspace was when i had to get a cricket/basket/foot/base/golf/tennis or any other ball back form over the fence...boy how things have changed.
Now that TS and i reside in the bra the concept of neighbours is being driven home to us or more specifically pounded home to us. It seems that for the immediate future we have to accept the fact that the other semi is currently inhabited by a nymphomaniac couple who have a preference for a squeeky bed and endurance sports. While i am not opposed to a couple in a committed relationship pounding the bejesus out of each other on a fairly regular basis i do object to the fact that they seem to do it on the only common wall in our houses...repeatedly...and refuse to let me watch.
How do you broach a subject of a neighbours bedroom acrobatics when i have never met them and the current extent of our communication is "G'day" or "is this your tennis ball?" - i can not for the life of me see any segue other than "speaking of balls, how about you give yours a night off once in a while" and i do not like to speak of another mans plums when i dont even now their name (the person, not his plums).
Now that TS and i reside in the bra the concept of neighbours is being driven home to us or more specifically pounded home to us. It seems that for the immediate future we have to accept the fact that the other semi is currently inhabited by a nymphomaniac couple who have a preference for a squeeky bed and endurance sports. While i am not opposed to a couple in a committed relationship pounding the bejesus out of each other on a fairly regular basis i do object to the fact that they seem to do it on the only common wall in our houses...repeatedly...and refuse to let me watch.
How do you broach a subject of a neighbours bedroom acrobatics when i have never met them and the current extent of our communication is "G'day" or "is this your tennis ball?" - i can not for the life of me see any segue other than "speaking of balls, how about you give yours a night off once in a while" and i do not like to speak of another mans plums when i dont even now their name (the person, not his plums).
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