Four years ago I bought and moved into my flat. Since day 1 my downstairs neighbour has been a nightmare. He is about 22 23. His flat is the hub for all his mates - every weekend or every sunny day. Each Friday and Saturday night pre-covid his mates piled round for pre-drinks. The turn table got fired up and bass notes penetrated my flat. Then about 11 they headed out and came back at 4:30 ish to keep the party going. They open the windows so I not only get the music through the floor but it comes up from the outside too - surround sound. They also went in and out of main door to smoke outside, letting it slam over and over as they two and fro to the flat. I went down to speak to them a few times but found it pretty intimidating as a single woman. They laughed in my face. I began stamping on the floor instead and sometimes they'll turn it down. These guys are over ten years younger than me. The result is that the next day, they are up at ten and I am done for. I work as a teacher of special needs boys who have challenging behaviour. I absolutely love it but spending your week dyescalating and mentoring as well as teaching is physically and emotionally exhausting. I really need the weekend to rest and recharge and above all else to be quiet. I have gone through the council but it was such a long process of logging which ultimately didn't serve a purpose as the officers have to witness the disturbance and they only do call outs until 4am. I got so frustrated I asked to complain about the service ( yep I'm that person who complains about a complaint 😔) as it could not serve me which finally got some action. An officer went to flat and claimed he gave neighbour a good talking to and that neighbour admitted being unreasonable. There was a nice calm 5 or 6 month period. Then it started up again for a few months before Covid hit. I've enjoyed a peaceful year in terms of noise until the last 4 weeks where I've found that neughbour is up to his old tricks. I have not actually been to sleep. Neighbour called it a night at 4 and I was too far gone. What could I do but lie in bed seething? I thought about everything I've explored like going through management company ( they were useless- said it was council role.) So I thought about contacting letting agency but that could be any of about 15 in this area. Finally I thought about owner. At 5:30am I went on the land registry to find out who owns the flat at a cost of £3. Googled the name. A picture of my neighbour and the lady came up - his bloody mum owns it. Now as people of my neighbour's age helpfully put their whole lives online, I have found contacts for his mum and dad. My question is do I contact them and appeal to their goood nature to tell their kid to grow up.
YABU - you are a complete psycho looking up all that info. Do not contact his parents.
YANBU- you are a complete psycho looking up all that info but I think you should use it.