Beef

I have a little beef with my neighbours. Got very upset when they didn't tell me about their break-in (flat underneath me), since it kinda affects me too, and then when they didn't tell me that the police caught the guy.

So time to act. Yesterday I went downstairs offering my newly baked cinnamon rolls, inviting them to dinner. Short notice, so only one of them could make it.

That's fine, not everybody is as flexible as I am. But again I got irritated when he called 10 minutes after he was invited, saying he was gonna be late. Food was ready to be served, and on the table. "I was in a meeting, and I couldn't get out of it". Yeah right. It's not like he works for REGA saving lives.

Then I asked why he and his flatmate rents a fairly decent and quite expensive apartment with a huge terrace, which they never use. "What's it to you?" was the answer. And yes, he's right. None of my business, except for that I'm an owner of my apartment, and would prefer somebody who cares.

I much rather come home, seeing chairs and a table on this big terrace, like there is life, rather than seeing a sad christmas tree still hanging in one of the many windows still.

I think if you do not care where you live, live somewhere cheaper and save your money!