Don't ring my bell, please

The intercom in my flat hasn't got a buzzer. Oh no. It's got a bloody bell on it and it is a frightening bell. To be awoken by which it somewhat akin to being slapped hard in the face. And all for a letter containing the cover details for my new monitor, which is handily now covered for frozen food loss. Brilliant. No song is going to make it through such rubbish.