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Our downstairs neighbours are incredibly noisy. There are three of them: Glamour Puss, Mr Thong and Yappy's Dad (Yappy is the dog).

One of them, we think it's Yappy's Dad, loves to play some kind of "blow-em-up" video game. He plays that every evening from around 8.00 until about 12.30.

Mr Thong is into dance music but never seems to listen to an entire track all the way through. Instead he prefers to take the track back to a particular favourite phrase over and over and over again. He likes his music loud enough to make our floor vibrate.

Glamour Puss switches on the CD player as soon as the two men leave the flat in the morning, around 7.00. She at least listens to songs all the way through. To give her credit, she does turn the volume down so that she can have yelled phone conversations in Polish for an hour or so.

They've lived downstairs for almost 2 years now, and only once have they very kindly turned down the noise at 1 am when Significant Other went to complain. I think I must be hormonal or something because this morning I had just had enough. I logged on to the RNID and have got Glamour Puss put on to their mailing list.

I haven't told Significant Other what I've done, he'd be very shocked and rather annoyed at me. Probably right, too. But it's done now and I have to say - I feel very much better about the sounds of virtual bombing coming up through the floorboards...