When my first child was born I lived in the ground floor apartment and my landlord lived upstairs with already 5-7 kids. They did not give a hoot about the tenants. They made noise whenever. They did not inform us when a new baby arrived. I literally got up every time her baby cried because I didn’t know she delivered and thought it was my baby crying. At any rate, one day I was giving my baby a bath and I hear banging and banging upstairs and the lighting fixtures falls off in the bathroom barely missing myself and my baby. They had started remodeling upstairs and didn’t bother to tell us or give us any warning. It was not enough that the kids bounced the balls on our heads or played jumprope upstairs, they did construction on top of us without giving us the opportunity to move out for a month without paying rent. It was a disaster for us. More than that it was a nightmare.
I fully understand what Yogi feels.