The bloke who lived upstairs from my last flat was into slapping with his girlfriend. We dealt with it by opening the patio door so that we could hear better, and talked and laughed more loudly than usual. It didn't put them off. They started up once when my mum was round. She asked what the noise was. Cringemakingly embarrassing conversation ensued. Then to top it all off, I went to see a rheumatologist about my knee problem. The girlfriend was his nurse! She said that she knew me and he then put me in touch with a particular surgeon who had an interest in knees. He diagnosed my problem immediately - only took four months to get to see him.
Anyway, the moral of that story is be nice to your slaphappy neighbours because they might just help you in an unexpected way. :)
The bloke who lived upstairs from my last flat was into slapping with his girlfriend. We dealt with it by opening the patio door so that we could hear better, and talked and laughed more loudly than usual. It didn't put them off. They started up once when my mum was round. She asked what the noise was. Cringemakingly embarrassing conversation ensued. Then to top it all off, I went to see a rheumatologist about my knee problem. The girlfriend was his nurse! She said that she knew me and he then put me in touch with a particular surgeon who had an interest in knees. He diagnosed my problem immediately - only took four months to get to see him.
Anyway, the moral of that story is be nice to your slaphappy neighbours because they might just help you in an unexpected way. :)