Mid terrace with paper thin walls. One side a family of 4, they don't know how to speak at a normal level but are fairly tolerable.
The other side moved in during the first lockdown. They have a baby (about 1) and a little boy (about 4). Previous tenants were a professional couple.
The man next door is a grade A cunt, known for 5am screaming at his partner, kicking the front door in, smoking so much weed that someone 2 doors down from him complained. There was an almighty row a few months back, which was so frightening that myself and 4 (!) other neighbours called the police as it sounded like he was hitting her (I'm a DV survivor and wished someone had phoned the police for me). The next day his bags were on the doorstep, we all rejoiced. He came back Christmas week and the rows have started again.
The little boy is making me lose my grip on sanity. He screams, constantly, from about 6am until about 10pm. He kicks our party wall, throws things, slams doors, throws almighty tantrums that shake our walls. I was woken at 6.30 (after no sleep due to other side having a NYE party - which I didn't care about when I thought I might be able to have a lie in) by him rhythmically kicking our bathroom wall until stuff fell off shelves.
There is never any parental intervention, apart from his mother putting on the radio at full blast to drown him out.
The baby also screams and screams, but in a baby way, and I'm not so unreasonable to expect that a 1 year old knows how to be quiet.
Their washing machine goes constantly and vibrates our wall.
I have tried so so hard to be understanding and patient - these houses are tiny, they're stuck in there with 2 kids, lockdown, nowhere to go etc etc. My patience is now completely frayed and, combined with other stresses, I feel on the brink of a breakdown. I WFH most of the week and just dread what every morning will bring.
If it was constant parties, music etc I'd have no hesitation in going round for a chat. But how do you tell someone that they need to parent their child and think about other people - something I think they care very little about. They are not reasonable people and I think they could make our lives even more miserable if they wanted to.
DH works shifts and thankfully can sleep through anything, but I really am at the end of my tether.
We haven't even owned this place for 2 years and would lose a lot of money if we sold - and there's no way we could afford a detached house in this area. For this reason I don't want to make any formal complaint that we'd have to declare either.
Thanks if you've stuck to the end of this self pitying rant. I really just don't know what to do.