Hard, too, to deal with someone you'd hoped would be on your side telling you that you need to change your behaviour - i.e. stop playing your beloved guitar in your own home - because your neighbour's been there longer than you and has more rights and you shouldn't upset him.
I know there are laws about 'reasonable noise' and that playing a guitar acoustically early in the evening is entirely reasonable, but set the law on him and I'd then be dealing with a neighbour with a grudge, which could be much worse.
So I'll spend my evening quietly writing this blog instead, while waiting for my plans to get the hell out of here come to fruition.
I didn't realise how regularly I pick up my guitar through the day and play it. But I do now that I can't. It makes me sad, angry, frustrated - and ready to turn it all into a song...
That's the wondrousness of songwriting - it's like alchemy, a way of turning complete shit into a thing of beauty, hopefully even with some kind of universal message. How I love being a songwriter - and how I hate the threat of having it ripped away from me by some loser who's got nothing better to do than hammer on the walls and make his neighbours' lives a misery.
'You can hammer on my wall but you ain't gonna hammer me down'... Well, it's a start... and it's the truth!