Now you understand why here it's All for oneself and God for all, asked my other neighbour. It was a rhetorical question. But let me first tell you about it from the start.
I have mean mean mean neighbours. They live downstairs. It's not their fault they're so mean. We, somehow, drove them to this méchanceté. How? We were too nice.
When we first came to Mauritius, we were miserable in our neighbourhood. We came from a place where no one is on just a "hello how are you" basis. There, people care about each other. It’s no pretence. They really do. They visit each other in times of sickness, happiness, sorrow... They don't spy on each other peeping behind a curtain. Here it was all the opposite. Not for long..
We, being the people we are, set about seducing the neighbourhood. At first, some were very reluctant to let us come to their places but soon we were almost at everybody's and everyone was at our place. And we lived happily till they moved in.
We went to welcome them. They thought it was very nice to have neighbours such as us. Soon they came over. I don't know why, but we never went over to their place which you might put on the account of female intuition.
Anyway, they had a daughter and another on the way. The baby born, the mum asked whether we could look after her while she was gone somewhere. Mum said yeah sure, avec plaisir. I said, what you're not sure you're going to end, better not start. Mum said why are you so hard?.
Days and months passed and the kids (the two of them now) were staying longer and longer. One day Mum said Am tired. The month of Ramadan is near and I wouldn’t be able to rest with the kids around. We told mum to just tell the lady. She didn't so I did. Lady told me he kids would be no trouble and Mum can sleep and they'll just sit as sage comme des images. I asked her whether she bought her nerve by the kilos. Of course I didn't. I told mum to take care of it. Mum was very frank with lady but lady and hubby took it very very very bad. How could we refuse? Who do we think we are anyway?.
Two days later cops ringing the bell. The downstairs neighbour had called them on us because we're doing too much noise. We spoke with them. They were real nice. They spoke to the neighbour saying what God knows and were gone.
Three days later, same scene, same cops. The sixth time they came for the same reason we asked them to come in for a cup of tea, we'd become friends. They accepted. One of them told us about his mother-in-law who lives with them upstairs and how the sounds made up just resounds down and that there's nothing to be done about it. They asked how many we were we said 7 and they said there's bound to be some noise; you can't tiptoe in your own house. We said of course. They thanked us and went to chat with the neighbour..
Hubby, waiting outside, seeing them taking so long must have thought they were giving us a hard hard time or maybe they were arresting us. We opened the window to see his face falling when he saw them turning the corner alone. Just the two of them. He looked up at us, scowled and demanded to know why the cops weren't doing anything. Cops calmly told him that what he complained about was pretty normal. They explained that had we been disturbing the neighbourhood at some specific hours with loud music and stuff they could take steps to remedy the situation.
Neighbour is mean but also pretty stupid. He found nothing sensible else to ask the cops apart: "You're not doing anything because am not giving you money (bribe)"..
The cops embarked him.