Yeah, that woman needs help. Big and many small annoyances.
Like, she was running the furnace in JUNE! One night of temps in the 60s and I'd hear their furnace kick on under my bed. Problem is, in these old houses, the 1st floor rooms have registers for the upstairs too. She'd set the thermostat at 72 F and it was on so long, the hot air was blowing out into my space. My bed is within 4' of that register.
And the coffee! There is a grand dark walnut staircase from my front room (where I sleep) to their hallway upstairs and 2 bedrooms on either side of their door. For some reason, they make coffee in the bedroom--- the stench of it came down the stairwell from 10pm to 8am. GAG! So strong! Sickened from just smelling it.
Between 3 and 4 am, I'd hear her high pitched WVA twangy drawl as she accused her boyfriend of unthinkable social and legal impure thoughts and actions. Of course, since their BR flanks the door at the stairs, I got to hear her prosecutorial litany of his 'sins'. Her voice was like listening to a badly tuned Deliverance banjo.
It is 1 am. It is quiet. I do not miss her. Me bad. My eyes twinkle with thinking of docs injecting the max dose of thorazine into her butt. Me bad. I hope they keep her a month... I hope she decides to go back to WVA. Me SO bad.