Friday Threat

This is pretty nasty. I live in a garden shed, but mostly people call it a cabin. (It’s a garden shed with lining.) The whole caravan park is dehumanizing. The ‘cabin’ next door is ten feet away. When the owners arrive they turn on their air conditioner and make other disturbing noise from 7am to after 10pm, and sometimes leave the air conditioner on all night. I can’t think, sleep, relax or do anything other than try not to have a heart attack from the noise stress. They don’t often come and stay. But the threat moves in directly, every single Friday, that they might. The Friday Threat determines my week. It’s a horrible way to live, and the person who decides these things is the son of the owner. Someone who has no qualifications, no experience, no aptitude, and no knowledge of the laws involved. He rules 100% in favor of the site owner and 100% against me the tenant, and never asks my point of view. That’s the metric and that’s it. If I say anything more, he says, I’m evicted. It’s a horrible way to live.