Of course...

...at times like these, one should caste one's mind back to the days when the "old" people in the house next door continually asked me and my sister to close our windows during our opposite-tastes-in-music showdowns, and to recall one's own youthful incomprehension when the police showed up at the door during parties in response to complaints from the neighbours, and to remember the lady downstairs who, on a weekday night when I had a few friends around for a post sports training get-together, phoned me to angrily enquire whether I thought our building was Dyrehavsbakken .

And so it turns, the squeaky wheel of life.