Sadly I traded lovely neighbours on a great street for some fundamentally ok but rather irritating neighbours. I live in a small square so we are all quite on top of each other. Naively I thought it would make it easy to make friends with the new neighbours. In fact they all specialise in being professionally offended about everything anyone does (not just me I'm pleased to say).
NDN nabbed me the morning after we moved in (and we did not get the keys until 5.30pm) to complain about some fictitious mechanical noise allegedly emanating from our house which had apparently terrified her 17 year old daughter(!). There is no noise and if there were we would hear it too. Also even if there had been a noise, would you not give brand new neighbours the benefit of the doubt?
She is one of those saccharine sweet Queen Bee bitchy women. She tried it again recently and was amazed when I suggested the noise did not come from us.
She also dropped in comments about "oh dear three dogs" and similar twattish waspish comments delivered in a sickly sweet manner when we moved in and periodically has a go about various trivial things ever since. My dogs are beautifully behaved, hers is not.
TBH I think it is because our house was empty for a while before I bought it and they resent that it is now occupied. There is definitely a "we are more important because we were the first to move in" clique.
Another rather entitled neighbour took it upon herself to harangue me because I had a workman's van parked in the square and ticked me off in the manner of a naughty child. I took great pleasure in informing her that it was nothing to do with me. (In fact it was NDNs but I was the bigger person and did not drop her in it). Again who does that and who does it in that manner to a new neighbour you have to live with for the next X number of years? Really none of her business.
One of my other neighbours who has the parking space next to me cannot park and leaves his car sticking literally half way out of the space every day. This is completely pointless as all it does is make it harder for me to reverse in.
Don't get me started on the 7am pogo stick child whose adoring parents let her be as noisy as she likes at the weekend. I'm pretty tolerant of childrens' noise but I do draw the line at the bloody pogo stick thumping away.
And breathe! I will be moving again soon to a village where I have lots of friends and can leave the bitchfest behind - can't wait!