Already?

Bloody 'ell...the next door apartment is for sale: I've just seen it in the window of an estate agents in the square. Surely my shy and retiring neighbour (is he actually a Trappist?) hasn't already tired of my coming in at all hours and practising the Glockenspiel until dawn? No, no, no...only an unreasonable person would refuse to put up with that. Gloatingly, I noted by how much the value of the adjoining property seemed to have increased in a matter of months. I'll have that Mercedes yet.

But in other housing news, I was dismayed to see that the cheeky cow who cost me a few hundred quid earlier in the year when she took off the market the one I wanted to buy and had paid to have surveyed has put it back on with another agent and for an extra twenty thousand. As I recall, she didn't want to take a penny under the asking price (had to be persuaded) and was huffing and puffing to her agent that she was going to take the carpets, curtains, showerhead, wallpaper, letterbox, flagstones etc. Anyway, I had a lucky escape: I know now that the road her house is on is very noisy, not least because I make a point of revving up and tooting my horn most blatently whenever I go to the chip shop nearby.

Naturally, I see no contradiction whatsoever in running her down while cheering Mr Tactiurn across the landing for choosing just the right moment to sell up. Watch this space.

Query: What will the new neighbour(s) be like? God-fearing people I hope, and ones who keep reasonable hours and will let me continue to park in their space. Self, self, self.

UPDATE: It's not the Trappist who's selling but the one the other side of him. Glockenspiel a go-go. Victory on so many levels.