Man, that sounds unpleasant, to say the least. Nevertheless, it has made me a little curious about the hourly alarms of the lady above you.
I feel the ‘renovator’ the most. I have two neighbours who are always working on something. One of them lives across the road, and if he's not running a saw, it's his motorbike. In the summer he likes to turn it on-on-on, play with the gas or just leave it running for a few minutes before driving of. The other lives in the house behind mine, so we are practically wall to wall. When he's hammering and drilling, it's so loud that sometimes I expect a hole to open up in the wall, only to release my neighbour into my living room in a cloud of dust.
It's even worse in the summer when you let the window open at night to cool down the rooms and get through the heat of the next day, because there's also a dog at the end of the street that starts howling at the crack of dawn - and like your neighbours he doesn't care about weekends. I love dogs, but sometimes I hate dog owners.
On the other hand, the biker neighbour helped me quite a few times to get my broken car back on the road. And once, when it rained so hard that our little stream on the hill overflowed and the water came down with such force that it lifted the manhole covers into the air, he was the first to go out and help clear away the debris.
And the wall neighbour, a beefy, stern-looking guy, also likes to cook and garden and sometimes brings over fresh vegetables or a nice piece of cake. And when my mum had to go to the hospital, he came by to ask about her and tell me to come round if I needed anything. Which was kind of funny, because back then I didn't know his name and there was this brief, awkward moment where we just stared at each other before he finally asked, ‘You know who I am, right?’
Sure. Of course I do. ... What was your name again?
So in general, I think, I can consider myself lucky. I'm just very grouchy when I'm tired or trying to concentrate on something.
Hm ... Now I made it sound like I just left a comment, to say, that you, Jay, have it worse than I do.
... Sorry?
But seriously, I wish you the peace and quiet you want and need (and not just for the sake of the game 😉 ) and I hope it gets better. At least there's a chance that the renovator will get his apartment done soon and the party people will just ... move?
Still, the lady with the alarm clock ... I don't know what to make of her ...
~ Mara