Our elderly neighbours have always been a bit, well odd. A few years ago the husband was in the road shouting at a parking warden and calling him a monkey (the warden was black) - awful - he knows I heard because I stopped to check on the warden and make sure he was ok. The husband hasn’t spoken/looked my way since! Last year my husband was chopping wood and the wife shouted over because the sound of the axe was annoying her - not in a polite/nice way in a ‘shut up the noise’ way. If anyone’s dog barks they start shouting ‘shut your dog up’. Today was I was spray painting something (we have high fences) and she started screaming that stinks, stop making that smell. (I was only doing it for less than 30 minutes - it was a very small side table!). It’s almost as if they think the world revolves around them and their needs, and whatever their needs are, in that moment, must be immediately attended to. We just ignore it, we try for the cheerful good morning’ if we see them out the front but no more than that, do not engage. I do have to admit that hoping they might move out at some point (they are in a big 4 bedroom house and are well in their 70’s. I know that’s mean but it’s also quite trying hearing the shouting. I think they have sort of forgotten they live in a busy city, on a road of 200 houses, attached, rather than on an acre plot in the country… it’s like they’ve lost their filter…