I am pleased to that say that I hardly ever hear my neighbours. I might occasionally hear the kids or the parents' shouting from across the hall, but only when I am in my living room, but not my bedroom. And it doesn't happen a lot.
For some reason, my neighbours above me become very active on Saturday mornings. I hear music, and it sounds as if they are rearranging furniture regularly. Not exactly how I prefer to be woken on a weekend. Then I remind myself that I've had to endure much worse. And I am grateful for the way things are. Which by the way is always a good strategy to cheer yourself up :-)
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