Tenderising meat?! Jogging on the spot? Breaking in tap shoes? Repeatedly hurling a medicine ball at the same spot on the floor? These are all things I’ve actually considered while staring perplexedly at the ceiling wondering what is making that sound.
Living with upstairs neighbours is new to me, so I’m still somewhat charmed and fascinated with the weird noises that come through the floor. We’re only a block of six, but there’s also apartments next door so sometimes it’s hard to determine exactly who does singing practice at precisely 9pm every evening. There’s also someone (a woman?) who sneezes three times every morning. An odd ritual.
I’m well aware if I can hear them, they can hear me. I like to wonder what I annoy people with. I’m pretty sure blasting murder podcasts while I cook steak with an exhaust fan that belongs in a museum is up there.
This made me chuckle out loud:
I guess the solution is to live on the top floor… Do you have any neighbour horror stories?