When The Weather Reflects The Week So Well

It's been a chilly week for the most part, with temperatures mostly between 8 degrees C (48 F) and 14 degrees C (60 F). Although, it did go up to 18 degrees C (68 F) a couple of times. Rather appropriately, the week started out stormy, with the sun making a valiant attempt to shine in the Autumn sky during the middle of the week, and the last couple of days being those kinds of days when the weather doesn't seem to know what it wants to do. I say this is appropriate, because the weather's behaviour perfectly reflects how my week went in general.

The week started off with a run-in with nasty neighbour and her guy (boyfriend, brother, or male friend... I don't know which, and I'm not sure I care what he is to her anyhow) where the police had to be called out again, because we were being threatened by them. That was last Saturday evening (September 22nd). Our poor start to the week continued with our discovery on Sunday, after nearly 24 hours of being cold, that the reason the heat wasn't kicking in was because the gas being turned off had put the boiler back on the default setting of once a day for an hour in the evening. I'm not sure who came up with the idea of having the default setting be that it only generates heat between 5:00pm and 6:00pm in the evening, but it seems like a weird time for the default to be set to in my opinion. At least Kelly knew what to do to fix it this time. On top of that, I had some trouble sleeping, and what sleep I did get was so filled with nightmares I was whimpering in my sleep, and waking up more tired than when I went to bed. I thought I might have been coming down with a cold too, but the pattern of my symptoms makes me think I was sniffly and coughing from my asthma being aggrivated by my getting so distressed in my sleep, since it was only happening immediately on waking, and stopped happening when the nightmares eased off.

The middle of the week was an improvement on the first couple of days. I was able to get some decent sleep (though the sleep pattern I'd managed to maintain for several weeks went out the window, unfortunately) and with the rest came relief from the sniffly nose and coughing. Plus, we got a couple more boxes packed. We also took advantage of the sun's attempts to shine, and went out to lunch at Oscars on Thursday, which is something all of us - Kelly, Lilie, and I - always enjoy.

The last couple of days were both good and bad all at once. Thursday night there was a lot of banging and yelling from nasty neighbour and her guy. It wasn't aimed at us though, so we were ignoring them. At least, as much as you can ignore that amount of noise. We discovered the following morning that all the noise had been them deciding late at night was a good time to remove some old furniture from their property to leave on the curb for collection. The following evening there was more banging, and we were torn between being irritated that they'd waited until evening to do what they were doing, and pleased that they were doing it. Why? Because what they were doing was moving out. The landlords had told us they would be moving out by the end of the month, but the landlords had been saying that for most of this past year, so we'd stopped believing it. Anyway, we have no idea why they waited until evening to start moving out, especially when the people involved in the moving process were there all day just hanging out and doing nothing until the evening. But, whatever. They moved out, and the evening of listening to them yelling and crashing about, while attempting to soothe an agitated Lilie, was worth dealing with if that was the price we had to pay to see them go. We're all rather annoyed at the stunts they pulled as they left though, which were to jam their intercom button so the main building door wouldn't work properly, and our intercom systems kept buzzing, even though nobody was there to be let in (causing the guy downstairs to have to break the lock on her door so he could release the button, because the landlords couldn't get over here with a key) and set off the fire alarm as they were leaving the building. But we're trying to focus on just being relieved they're gone.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
~Alexander Pope

For anyone wondering: yes, we do still plan to move. We'd always intended moving from here at some point, because of the stairs. We just hadn't originally planned to be worrying about it quite yet. We might have decided to stay put now that she's gone, if it wasn't for the three flights of stairs. Since we've started making plans for moving, have a lot of our stuff packed, and can't help being worried whoever moves in downstairs will be someone like nasty neighbour, we decided to still go ahead and move. At least now though we can take the time we need to get my surgery over with, get the money together to cover costs, and find a place we really like. The plan now is to be moving next year.