Or poor you. I so sympathise. It is noise torture. People don't understand if it doesn't bother them eg my OH. He'd suggest we sit in the garden on a sunny day and even the thought made me so agitated I'd have to pretend I had a migraine so I could go to bed with my earplugs rammed in and head under the pillow. I came to hate good weather as it would get worse. I started to hear the bloody football even when it wasn't happening.Can definitely feel for you with this. We had 3 years of the football on one house. Moved because of it and then ended up with another 9 years where we are now. Leather football against a wall, over and over. We could hear it in our house absolutely everywhere, bought sound systems for the TV could still hear it. Had to wear headphones all day working from home. We are detached and it even rattles our house. I have therapy for a stress disorder caused from of it. It’s a form of noise torture. The sound goes right through me. A lot of people don’t get it but certain, constant repetitive noises and frequencies can really mess you up. Moreover the little people smash the ball into peoples cars too but no one seems to bat an eyelid about that either. The only rest bite is rainy days. I dream about living miles from anyone where you can actually sit in the garden and read
I think some people, including you and me, are very sensitive to certain noises and find it more than annoying but deeply distressing, depressing and all consuming. Misophonia I think is the name. But knowing that doesn't make it any better.
I hope you get your lovely quiet house one day.