| 9.2°C Dublin

Close

Premium


Why my apartment is more comfort zone than cage

Roslyn Dee


Notebook

Close

'So what's it to be, then? Prison or sanctuary? Comfort-zone or cage? Only you can decide.' (stock image)

'So what's it to be, then? Prison or sanctuary? Comfort-zone or cage? Only you can decide.' (stock image)

'So what's it to be, then? Prison or sanctuary? Comfort-zone or cage? Only you can decide.' (stock image)

Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. That's the sound I've heard in the early mornings for the past six months or so as the toddler who lives in the apartment above me runs around his wooden-floored home, his little feet drumming overhead.

To be honest, in a relatively small apartment block where the sound of silence is largely the order of the day, it irritated me. Not enough to complain but in my settled and solitary existence certainly enough to raise my hackles on occasion.

For the past week, however, I have welcomed that sound. Have taken pleasure in it. Have lain in my bed in the early morning and actually smiled as the telltale thumping began.