To say that we live in difficult times is to minimise the challenges each and every one of us faces on a daily basis.
From viral pandemics leading to broken economies which have given rise to a huge number of people struggling to feed their families.
We then still have to deal with potholed roads and demon drivers, and face the frustrations of trying to access services from the State, banks, insurance companies, doctors and building contractors while home-schooling the children and finding time to exercise and socialise as safely as humanly possible.
While the above list of daily challenges and frustrations is by no means comprehensive, it gives you some idea of the weight of expectation each of us lives with constantly.
So, when we arrive home from another daily examination of our intestinal and mental fortitude, a peaceful and calming environment is of the utmost importance to any number of us.
Therefore, the days and nights of having to grin and bear excessively loud music coming from our neighbours has to come to an end.
Where I live in Moka, there are squatters nearly a mile away on the North Coast Road, who constantly play unbearably loud music at any time of the day and night.
We also have a lover of religious music in Perseverance who often pumps up the volume at the break of day.
Don’t get me wrong, I am happy for you to enjoy the music of your choice, but you must not indulge in it at the expense of your neighbours.