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Those familiar with my current accommodation are probably thinking the "neighbours" are the people in unit 2. Those who are, are mistaken. The problem is actually the people at number 74.
They had a party last night, which involved a lot of people standing out in their front garden. Talking. Loudly. So loudly that I could actually make out conversations, not to mention the regular loud laughter. 2245 I decided that enough was enough, and went over to ask for the noise to be kept down. "I can't hear you" replied one blonde bitch, and that set the tone for the rest of them. Needless to say, they got somewhat noisier as I left.
Two calls to noise control elicited no improvement, and actually made things worse since noise control obviously decided that the volume wasn't excessive. How it can't be excessive when I can hear people talking when I'm inside my house is a whole different matter.
The comments made (and continued, which I could hear until the fuckers finally closed it down about 2!) leave little doubt as to their sympathy for those of us who aren't unemployed and who do have to be up in the morning for whatever reason. I'm kinda out of options (legal ones, anyway), other than contacting their landlord to complain. Or I could get one of those "gun" nozzles for the hose, and just happen to have really bad aim next time I'm watering the garden in the middle of the night while they're having a party.
Ohhhhhhhh inconsiderate fucks like that make me mad. It's not like we ever reciprocate, either.