A lady at the end of our quiet, cul-de-sac lost her indoor cat a month ago. She starts at 7am, walking up and down the street calling out the cats name, at least once during the day, then again between 9-10pm.
I appreciate it must be so stressful and heart breaking, but AIBU that waking the street 7am, then flashing a torch in gardens and windows at 10pm is being unreasonable?