Adrenalin rush atm but I'll probably crash in a few hours. It's nearly 10am and I've been awake since 4am.

My neighbour Craig is a good bloke. He's lived there for about two years and we've got to know each other pretty well. We've talked and laughed and partied (softly) etc. Our doors are at right angles to each other so we see each other a couple of times a day. He's that rare breed of person who has an almost pure soul of intent. Every action he takes, every choice he makes is based on what he believes to be right - morally, socially, emotionally. He panics when it's coming up to rent day because the thought of not paying it makes him physically ill. He is only 24 but he has his own business laying carpet and has the strongest work ethic I've ever seen. When I found out that David was going to boot camp for punching someone, Craig had a private chat to him (after asking my permission) and David has NEVER hit anyone since. Craig lives for the day when he will have a wife and children to support - that is his life goal because, to him, that is the making of a man.

About three weeks ago another young bloke needed a place to stay. Craig didn't know him very well but agreed to rent him his second room for a couple of weeks. Things didn't work out - sharing accommodation is always hard and seldom successful and Craig was pretty unhappy about it all. Because he stresses so much at work doing the right thing he needs to come home to peace and serenity and that just wasn't possible with Eddie there.

So Eddie comes home tonight at 4am and finds the screen door locked. Not sure of the circumstances of why but that's not relevant to my story. He starts banging and yelling to be let in. He grabs the hosepipe and sprays through the windows, screaming obscenities about how he's going to kill Craig and he wants his stuff etc. I was, of course, woken up and was listening at the front door in case I needed to call the police. He loses his temper and thumps something, water is gushing everywhere (I thought it was just the hose) and then Eddie disappears. Ten minutes of gushing water it starts seeping under my front door so I decide to risk it and go out there. Well the idiot has kicked/hit the garden tap and completely snapped it off! There is a geyser of water spraying up in the air, through the windows and onto our porch - which explains the water under the door. I rang the non-emergency police number who told me to contact the landlord who was thrilled to get a phone call at 4.20am. He explained where the mains water was so here I am, pitch dark, potential angry drunk in the area AND arachnophobic sticking my hand in a dark hole in the middle of the lawn. Turned the water off which of course shuts off all water for every unit.

Went back inside; about 5.30am Eddie comes home and has a massive row with Craig. Craig finds conflict resolution nearly impossible so after about 15 minutes I went in there and tried mediating. It worked - Craig was finally able to say the words he couldn't for three weeks "I want you to move out". So Eddie packs his bags along with numerous guilt trips "I'm gonna kill myself", "I have nowhere to go" and "I've been kicked out of homes ever since I was a kid". I kept Craig strong so he didn't back down and then Eddie asked me to drive him to his family. I agreed - loading his bike, bags, etc into the car and drove to the North side. They said no so five phone calls on my mobile and all my smokes later I finally was able to drop him at the Salvation Army, getting home around 9.30am.

I feel as though my conflict resolution skills helped and hopefully Craig learnt something about getting a spine. I am exhausted.

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