Ack! Cops instead of Cats :(

Uh, I so don't like calling the police on my neighbours! There was a fight in the stairwell, for about half an hour, obviously a drunken relationship quarrel with other people taking sides, and a lot of screaming, slapping (I hope it was only the bannister...) and attempts by the guy to kick in the door. Which was when it got a bit too heated for my taste.

The guy on the emergency line was very nice about my 'I'm really not sure how serious this is' wibbling, and said they'd already had had a call a few minutes back. And they actually showed up (counter to the rather dismissive rumours you hear all over the place) and set to calming the lot down very skillfully.

I hope that's it. The males have gone (for good, I hope) and there's only music and the occasional sobbing venting downstairs. I much preferred last Saturday's cat emergency to this!

Really, I *hate* doing something like that, it feels like a sort of betrayal, but I also don't want to risk someone being hurt, and I'm so not up to trying to play voice of reason with a bundle of drunks...