A handwritten note was pushed through the letterbox early this morning. On it was scrawled: ‘Dear Mrs, Please not to make so much noise. We old. OLD.’
Although it reads as if it were written by a person of oriental origin, I am fairly certain that it is from my next-door-neighbours – not Mary, who is a lovely and very tolerant woman, but the couple who live on the other side of me at number 35. They do not hail from China or Japan or any other Far Eastern location, but from a nearby region of Derbyshire – Tibshelf, I believe.
Imagine my disappointment when I arose this morning to find what I thought could be a missive from some exotic being, was in fact a predictable message of complaint from yet more members of the local moron population, people who are by definition ugly and stupid – a bitter unification of general disability.
That aside, however, I do feel an act of necessary contrition coming on: I shall knock quietly on their door later today and offer my apologies.
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Oooo Mrs.
We weren’t that loud. Were we? I did scream a bit. And there was that time the police came round – not because we were too loud but because I was so out of tune.
I slipped the copper a quickie – won’t get any more hassle from them.
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