Apparently everybody needs good neighbours.
Which in turn means we all need to be good neighbours, or something!
I know my neighbours aren’t the worst out there, compared to some horror stories, mine are positively delightful, but still they are beginning to negatively impact my days.
These neighbours live in a house which backs on to our back garden, so I’d have thought any noise we heard from them would have been minimal.
But no, whether it’s fighting, listening to music or talking to friends they have one volume, LOUD.
REALLY BLOODY LOUD.
Everyday their music is on LOUD.
And it’s crap music, the other day it was
I hear every single word and note of music.
Then he sings along.
And he has a bloody didgeridoo, which he plays very very badly.
He will talk to his friend who lives 3 houses down…..by hanging out the window and shouting…..my kids education in profanity started early.
He then has a lunch time smoke….of the illegal herbal kind…..making my kids and I passive tokers.
Then the music starts again…
And he’ll get in to an argument with “a friend” over who skanked who on the wrap and next time he’s not sharing!
It’s like a real life episode of a poorly written soap opera.
They’ve had the police called on them a ridiculous number of times but nothing changes, they’ve had their neighbours complain to them, I’ve even given them a few of my bone chilling evil stares!
But nothing works, the skanky lowlifes never acknowledge that their behaviour impacts others.
The annoying thing, is that there is bugger all I can do!
I bloody hate neighbours.