Ahh, the joys of sky high rental prices and unaffordable living - flatmates and houseshares.
I live in a lovely, but tiny little cottage, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods and fields and bluebells and birds and whatnot. I share with a 61 year old lady and her dog. It is silent as the grave at night, and pitch black; just how I like it.
My other half lives a flat he shares with a good friend, and we spend weekends at his (my cottage is just NOT big enough for more than 2 adults). This guy is in a band, plays his guitar (and banjo) whenever he likes, is often up watching TV till 4 in the morning, and often comes in from the pub very late at night (say 1am onwards) with friends in tow who make a right racket - including on weeknights when we all have work the next day.
A couple of weekends ago, this guy came home at 12.45 am on Monday, early for him, with 2 friends. They then stayed up till 4.45am, playing music, chain smoking, and generally being noisy to the point that neither me nor my OH, usually a very heavy sleeper, could sleep. To make matters worse, my OH was starting his new job that morning. When we discovered that the flatmate was passed out, paraletic, on the lounge floor, my OH then politely told the 2 others to be quiet and turn off the music, to which the bloke replied "at least it's Pink Floyd".
Needless to say, I was fuming. I work full time, but a bad night's sleep will wipe me out completely and my work suffers as a result. OH got a message from his flatmate the following day saying sorry, it won't happen again. Yeah right.
Last weekend I'm awoken by the front door crashing open and the flatmate, with girl friend, staggering in at 1am. Cue slamming doors, lights on and off, toilet flushing again and again, the usual. When the finally went to bed, around 1.30, the kitchen tap was left running, and the lounge and kitchen lights were left on. Guess who has to get up and turn them off. I'm afraid I lost it at this point, woke up my OH with my storming about, and demanded that either he speaks to his flatmate, or I simply don't stay over any weeknights or Sundays anymore, meaning 2 nights a week with my OH. My OH, being the diplomatic peacekeeper he is, agreed - it's probably best I don't stay over on weeknights or Sundays.
Now, I have been told I am old beyond my years. I'm 26, but I am usually in bed by 10, and up at 8 to walk the dog and get started on the day. Maybe this guy thinks I'm inconsiderate for getting up at 8 when he's been up till 4? I don't know. My OH is NOT going to have a word with him, and let's face it - they've lived together for 2 years. The flatmate has always been noisy, and my OH has always been tolerant.
So, am I within my rights to politely ask this guy to show a little more consideration when coming home late, or do I invest in ear plugs and an eyemask (super comfy - not) and just put up and shut up.
It is a shared flat, after all.