As previously documented our flat overlooks a river, the river is a city river on the edge of town and thus, on occasion, attracts some super fun individuals.
There was the guy that went swimming for an hour, being chased around the murky water by two firemen in diving gear; the couple that have the same argument every Thursday night at 1am on the way home from the pub - it gets to the point where you want to shout out the window, 'No, he did say that last week. But you are right, it was just as unreasonable then'.
But this one was the best. On Sunday morning, around 6am, I was peacefully slumbering when suddenly there was a shout from outside:
Man 1: Don't worry mate, honestly, it'll be fine.
Man 2: I'm not sure. Something could go wrong.
Man 1: It won't. Honestly, just stay calm and focus. Just think, in four hours, we'll be on the ferry and gone.
Man 2: Right... ok.
Man 1: Oh, and remember, your name is Sharon!
And that is why I am considering moving.
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Really? Why would you move? You have a real life soap opera on your doorstep. Albeit at inconvenient times of the night...
You could write a book starting with that conversation.
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