Our neighbour's adult son and his missus moved in when my kids were little; their room was next to my children's room and she was/is a squealer. Every time they shagged the kids would wake up and get scared because they thought she was being hurt. He'd start shouting "f*** yes" at the relevant moment while she'd be shrieking like she was being murdered. Never been so bloody glad as when all that humping made a baby and they had to share a bedroom with their baby so their sex life died.My problem neighbours were an absolute nightmare yesterday and last night. They were making noises, banging furniture around all day, his voice was booming, they stunk the landing and stairwell out with weed. Then at 9pm they started having loud sex, then they'd finish and go back to dropping stuff on the floor and then they'd go back to having loud sex. This continued until gone midnight. This morning, they were up at 7am, banging furniture around again. Then they went quiet for most of the day but the sex has just started up again.
I'm just so sick of it. I could cope with a bit of noise but who wants to hear their neighbours shagging?
I’d just send a moon pig card saying fuck offI’ve spoken about my neighbour before being weird. We stopped answering the door to her after she was rude when I took in a parcel for her so now she’s posting cards through. She’s got such a small car and we leave such an adequate space the nature of it being a public street means sometimes we have to park based on how others have parked. I also don’t have sensors on my car. The entitlement is astounding
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Said neighbour had the nerve this afternoon to knock on the door and ask if I’d jumpstart her car! Told her that I don’t drive, my other half’s the one who drives and he’s at work. Hence the lack of car in front of our house.Just had a row in the street with a parent who’s kids knocked on my door last night for trick or treating but I didn’t answer.
I don’t answer because Halloween was my babies due date that I lost five years ago at 18+5wks. Each year I spend the day by myself and only speak to/see people I want. I also have anxiety and don’t like unexpected/unknown people knocking on the door.
I don’t put out a pumpkin/decorate, so that should be an indication I’m not wanting anyone to knock.
Anyway, last night me and my partner had arranged to get out of the house for a few hours to keep my brain occupied. I was getting ready and I hear a knock. I ignore it. Three seconds later, they knock again. I ignore it. About ten seconds later I hear shouting through the letter box calling me a ‘rude fucking bitch, did you eat all the sweets fatty’. So I definitely was not answering the door.
Ten mins later, more knocks on the door. Again, after the second knock I get verbal abuse, ‘slag, give us sweets or we’ll brick your windows’.
So by this point I’m having a panic attack. People are still knocking, no verbal abuse after those first two, thankfully, but some heavy pounding did occur.
Went out, thought nothing of it. Hopefully just harmless threats from aggy pre-teens.
Well, I’ve just popped out to the corner shop. As I’m coming back, one of the mums is stood in her doorway and shouts ‘oi, what was last night about?’ I said ‘sorry, what do you mean?’
She then goes ‘well it’s not very fucking nice of you to ignore my fucking kids is it love?’
I said ‘I didn’t want any trick or treaters, hence the lack of decorations and the note on the door saying no knocking please’
She gets proper aggy saying ‘what because you think you’re better than the rest of us? It’s because you’re fucking racist isn’t it’ (I live in Wales but am English. I am 25% Welsh though but have an English accent)
I said ‘no I’m not racist, I just didn’t want anyone knocking on my door last night.’ Went to walk into my house, she said I better watch my back because her son will follow through on his threats. She stormed back into her house, shouting ‘cunt’ at me before slamming the door.
Luckily quite a few houses in the street have ring doorbells and two popped their heads out offering to send me the footage of that argument, plus the video of her son threatening me last night.
I’ve reported to non emergency line so there’ll be a track record of the incident should something happen.
All this over some fucking sweets.
Think it says I owe you, not I love youI would be tempted to contact the police with both notes and say that you think it was a threat.
Also mention the I love you stuff and say you feel she is starting to stalk you.
This is more than just a minor car bump.
It sounds like your friend is actually the bad neighbour.I’ve got a friend who is constantly talking about how bad her neighbours are … except they’re not!
When they moved in, she wrote them at letter saying they weren’t to touch her fence or paint it. I mean, to some extent, fair enough, but a bit random.
She films them when they’re in the garden then sends the film to everyone saying how they’re doing it on purpose to upset her. They’re just gardening or having a chat.
She won’t park in her drive, taking up premium street space. She then takes photos and has a go at anyone who parks even vaguely near her drive, which is always empty.
Everything is recorded then sent to everyone with comments of how they are ruining her life and it’s impossible to rationalise with her. If they have workmen in (nothing major ever), if they drill for five minutes, if they mow the lawn, if they have guests once in a blue moon … everything, all normal life, recorded
i’d defo start putting questionable stuff in, maybe a note calling them nosey cunts tooI live in the top flat of a 4 flat converted house. When me and my boyfriend moved in he accidentally put some mixed recycling in the cardboard bin, our neighbours in the bottom flat rang our buzzer, we went down and they explained the issue and I was really apologetic as they’d scooped it all out and re-sorted it for us.
The problem is since then; whenever we take down rubbish they check it? as in opening our black sacks and checking the actual waste we’re throwing away? It makes me feel uneasy… I’m gonna have to throw some red paint on some of his old clothes and bin them so they think I’ve done him in or something