This could be the weirdest post you read today. I've lived here since I was 15 (did I mention my birthday in Pattaya on 9 January). Anyway, when Mam went to a nursing home, I moved onto a smaller flat. Great, really like it.
Tonight I can hear music from a neighbour's place, and just assume it's a party (it's not that noisy) but now I can hear a guy talking on my balcony. Fuck this, I;m having a last smoke and going to bed.
It wasn't like this when Mammy was alive! BTW, this is true. I've been referred to get a hearing aid, but suddenly I'm hearing much more than I want.
I know, it sounds like Matt's life, but is actually true.