I live in an area of South Dublin called Ballybrack and it’s got to be one of the noisiest places I’ve ever lived in (the noisiest is probably the centre of Dublin in an apartment above a taxi rank).
Our bedroom is on the side of the house nearest to the road and every night there are dogs barking, car alarms and house alarms going off, drunken arguments and, the worst of all, the boy racers and moped riders. I mean come on, is there anything sadder? If you have the kind of money it takes to soup up your Fiat Uno with ridiculous exhausts and spoilers than why not buy a proper car?? And as for mopeds, do you really think you look cool on something that sounds like a clapped-out hairdryer?
There is a guy who rides his moped around the housing estate across from us every single night; up, down and around the cul de sacs as if he’s cruising the streets of Rome. Oh for a long stick to jam into those spokes. I’m usually a pretty laid back person but at 1am when I’m grabbing the precious couple of hours I get to sleep between feedings I can get ugly when it’s ruined on me.
A couple of weekends ago we were treated to a 2am domestic between some neighbours. Picture my husband and I perched like prairie dogs peeking out the window. It was all “You f**kin’ slept wi’ me last night and now you’re on the couch with hoo-er!”
At least yell a bit more backstory so we can really follow along!