Whoosh, whoosh. Woof, woof. Bang, bang. It’s HELL!
Two weeks ago, we asked you whether noisy neighbours were driving you up the wall. You let us know — loud and clear: The trampoline is the most antisocial thing parents can buy. We recently moved house after being subjected to screaming and yelling children for hours at a time — on both sides.
I was dismayed to read recently of a parent suggesting outdoor lighting so that the little darlings can play outside even when it is dark. Our neighbours did this and consequently the screams could continue from 10am until 10pm. Our neighbour informed us that his children “could do what they liked”.
Unfortunately, we are now blessed with a mad drummer a few houses down who likes to blight our afternoons with his dire practising. Is there no end to this?
ValDay The most maddening noise my husband and I have to put up with is next door’s children on their trampoline. That whoosh, whoosh sound and their screams are driving us mad, not to mention the invasion of our privacy, with their heads bobbing up and down over the fence.
What is the matter with parents these days? Why can’t they have some consideration for others? I would never have allowed my two sons to annoy other people like this. They were taught restraint and respect.
GwenHickman My garden backs on to another, with only a fence between our gardens. They are higher than me so look down into my garden. They have two big dogs and keep one inside, so it yelps and howls very loudly. The other day the owners must have been out and this earsplitting noise went on all afternoon.
I am retired and a keen gardener, so I like being in the garden, both working and sitting. It is sometimes impossible to sit out there.
MargaretTillbrook For noisy dogs, try getting a powerful dog whistle, and use it every time the lousy thing barks, long and hard.
Roger I live in a terraced house and the neighbours have put wooden flooring down in their kitchen, which is adjacent to our living-room. The noise is HELL!
Lyn This is not just an urban problem. In my rural area large gardens are common, and with them go petrol-driven mowers of a variety of vintages, strimmers (which, in my view, should be licensed like shotguns), leafblowers, chainsaws and the rest. Many a lovely Sunday is ruined.
Oh — I nearly forgot the tug plane from the nearby airfield, which flies back and forth all day, towing gliders.
Don’t move to the country if you are after peace and quiet.
Lily Harley-Davidson motor bikes and shouting children.