Grumpy In Excelsis

My downstairs neighbours moved in a couple of weeks ago. They seem very nice - she quiet, he more outgoing and full of sub-Hugh Grant charm. But they do have the most enormous sound system, with a bass that seems to reverberate through my flat on even the lowest settings. Last night - or rather this morning, at 3.30, it woke me up. So after a few experimental bangs on the floor, I went downstairs and asked (well, told, to be honest) them to turn it off.

Now I'm feeling like one of the Dick Emery spinster characters ("It's MISS!") and coming up with all sorts of self-justifications to show that they are being unreasonable, not me. But I still feel like a complete killjoy.

The List of Justifications:

a. It was THREE THIRTY A. SODDING M.

b. I have slept through some very loud noises (e.g. bells of St Marks in Venice from 200m away, dustbin lorries, a military parade going underneath my hotel window), so it must have been VERY LOUD.

c. The lease says (if it's the same as mine) that music etc must not be audible outside the flat between 11pm and 7am.

d. I have as much right not to be woken up as they do to play music.

e. It was THREE THIRTY A. SODDING M.