Love Thy Neighbour
Christmas is coming, a time of peace and good will to all men. I’ve decided to practice what I preach and not go round and stick my neighbour’s power tools up his back passage. This is despite the feeling of personal satisfaction this would give me and the peace it would bring while I’m trying to get some work done.
Time for a story I think. It reminds me of something my mate Frig told me which made me laugh at the time and once or twice since when I think about it. By the way, I’m not talking about the Norse goddess who was married to Odin, I just thought I’d point that out to avoid any confusion. Frig is the nickname he’s had since we were 11 or 12.
Frig lived next door to a music teacher; nearly every evening this chap gave private piano lessons to children who, it sounded like, used their fists instead of their fingers to hit the keys. Frig never once complained though, as long as the racket stopped at a reasonable time he let them get on with it.
Now there is one thing my mate enjoys on a summer afternoon and that is getting out his deck chair and drinking a cold beer while listening to the cricket commentary on the radio. Why not? He’s worked hard all week, this is his downtime and it’s not even on that loud. So he’s sitting there listening to the match when the music teacher pops his head up over the fence and says “Excuse me, could you turn that off? You’re invading my personal space.”
After putting up with all the noise of the less than prodigy-like students and never complaining once, I think Frig was a little annoyed. He opened one eye and looked at the neighbour and growled “F*** off or I’ll kill ya!”
Within a week a For Sale sign went up and the house was quickly sold. Frig hasn’t heard a piano played since.
Hit the comments button and tell me: what have your neighbours done to make you want to commit murder?
PS Come back tomorrow because I’m making an announcement – don’t miss it!