I had had a very busy day yesterday and last night at about midnight upstairs started playing music, I thought to myself they will shut up eventually. But the music got louder and it eventually moved onto all of them collectively in the living room - Which is right above my bedroom - singing and playing the guitar at 2am!!!

I was so angry, I jumped out of bed grabbed my slipper boots, the nearest jumper to me and my keys. I stood in my bedroom shaking and then I heard them start to play again, I was out the front door in a flash. I knocked on the door and then this conversation happened.

Me: (In a calm passive agressive tone) “As much as I love the sound of a guitar, I don’t appreciate it at quarter to 2 in the morning.”

Lad: “Sorry, I did tell them to keep it down”

Me: “Also I am ill” (My voice cracked slightly on the word ill, it was perfect!)

Lad: “Sorry…”

Me: “And my flat mate has to be up tomorrow at half 8 to get in for her lecture”

Lad: “Sorry…”

I gave a slight nod and the evilest stare I have ever given.

Lad:  ”I’m really sorry…”

Then I walked away never taking me eyes off him until the very last minute.

Lad: “Sorry…” 

After that, there was silence. 

Moral of the story, never get me angry!

I was so close to doing a Ryan Atwood all over his face!