Oh my word! Was yesterday an interesting evening or what?

I come home, meet a guy in the lift lobby outside my door packing up an old washing machine. Nothing strange with that really. Get myself comfortable on the sofa with some new magazine and then it starts. Crazy neighbor (let’s call her CN as I think I will use that name a lot in this post) is going off again. This time behind closed doors. And I can still hear it in my apartment. Poor neighbors in between is all I have to say.

It quietened down after a while. A little while. Then I heard noises in the lift lobby so curious as I am I decided to have a look out the peeping hole. Outside was CN’s boyfriend. Finally I got to have a look at him! Anyway, with him was a police officer. Hmm, interesting. They talk. Quietly (yes, very annoying as I wanted to know what was going on). I hear CN scream her usual obscenities whenever the door opens to let someone in and out. Yes, he is still gay according to her. In her anger she is starting to throw out names of his alleged lovers. Door closes. More people arrive in the lift lobby. Including a neighbor from downstairs. I start to think that maybe he hears them too. Most likely. But no, it seems that someone (who wants to put their bet on CN?) had been throwing things out the window. Their apartment is facing the drive way. That is not a smart thing to do.

More police arrive. Other people arrive. CN’s boyfriend goes downstairs to get some air while a bunch of people head into the apartment to speak to CN.

Quiet again. Back to magazines.

Fast forward. CN’s boyfriend comes back up together with more policemen. They go into the apartment but quickly comes out again. They start to ask him questions. Quietly. Luckily for me CN’s boyfriend doesn’t speak so quietly. Yay! He starts telling how they meet, how long ago etc etc. He also says they do argue a bit (a bit?!?). That she is not right in the head (no shit Sherlock!). He then starts talking about a washing machine (explains the one I told you about earlier), CN locking herself into first one bedroom, then another. How she accuses him of being homosexual (his choice of word). That whenever business contacts call him she starts to scream they are his lovers. How she goes through his phone to look for messages.

Mumble. Mumble.

Someone official-looking comes out of the apartment. Quiet talking. They seem to have realized that having this conversation in the lift lobby might not be the smartest of ideas so they decide to go down.

What?!?!?!? No!!!! How will I now find out what went on in there? You can’t just start the story and then not finish it. That is just so unfair!!

Down they go. Then some of the police disappear. Quiet again. The boyfriend seems to have quite some story to tell. Hands and arms are waving around. A lot. Yep, I see them from my balcony (of course I had to see where they went. The pool area).

At that point it got a bit boring so once again back to the magazines.

Then the elevator “pings” (for like the millionth time that evening) and there is more police. In they go. And out they come a few minutes later. With CN. Screaming and kicking for all she is worth.

Wearing handcuffs! And still using a language that is so not for print!

Whoopla!!! Now that is serious. And I couldn’t but help feel sorry for the one(s) that would share cell with her (if they do that here but I guess they do), they couldn’t have gotten much sleep as my guess is she went on and on and on about him. Being gay. Because he doesn’t want her. After three years.

Lady, ever heard of falling out of love?? Or wanting out because someone is a total mental case?

I know I can now be classified as a very curious neighbor but it is hard to be anything but when you live in the middle of something like that. Wouldn’t you want to know the story too?

Not sure if it will work, but am going to see if I can get Auntie in the guard house to spill the beans. Maybe bribe her with some food.

I’ll let you know if it does!