Intolerable living conditions

My work hours vary. I don’t work 9-5, meaning I get valuable blog time when most of my friends are working, such as this post at 10.54am in Monday morning.

I kid you not. 10.54am guys. The media can’t hide the real time from us.

I’m sure most people I know are sipping their fifth coffee of the morning from the office, wondering how they will make it to Friday. If you are that person, hold on. You’ve got this.

This got me thinking of my problems. How last night as I headed to bed after a long working evening, I switched on my bedroom light to find my flatmate swapped it for a party light. I’m still looking for the original bulb. He is currently laughing on a train on route to Manchester.


I was also really not looking forward to the council meeting I had this morning with a neighbour and flat managers. My next door neighbour has complained about the noise levels of the electric gates opening up to the underground car park below. We both share 50% of the noise and gates that open directly beneath our feet. 

We were told by the council that the World Health Organisation sets nighttime external noise levels to 40 decibels. The gates closing hit 44 at their loudest, in a span of time lasting around 30 seconds. This is basically the points when the gates open fully and when they click shut again. Two split second moments!

I should have been inconvenienced by this morning meeting outside on a thankfully mild but breezy Monday morning. Instead I reminded myself how fortunate I am to live in a region in which this is the main concern. Imagine the decibel levels in Syria for those children? Or in the huge factories building our electronics in slave labour style conditions? A four-decibel increase isn’t much, much quieter than the TV I am watching telling me of the violent riots taking place in Ukraine. I’ll sleep well knowing that. 

But if that’s the level of inconvenience my neighbour is used to, who am I to complain? If it’s above healthy levels, so be it. If my neighbour is more annoyed about our noise levels than someone more than used to hearing gunshots in an area with high gun crime, is the suffering ensured next door greater? It sounds hard to believe, however looking at the serious looks on the councils faces, I have to take the 4 decibel increase seriously and see it as a problem.

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