Lived here four years, didn't say anything to them for the first three as intimidated by them and a woman on my own with a child. This year I've tackled them a couple of times, it's unpleasant, I can smell it in my son's room, sort of thing. Always denied st first and then oh ok I'll do my best. Tonight is the strongest I've smelt it in ages, literally it's got in my hall living room, son's room, it's fucking everywhere. So I knock and say look, can you dial it back a bit, blow into a cushion or whatever you do, this isn't nice for me, and the woman (partner of spliffhesd) just starts raging at me, you can't possibly smell anything because we've got this sheet at the door (holding it up), you're mental, he's dying and he needs an operation and he's only had two spliffs, you're a really horrible person [because I was laughing at this point] ...phoned the cops who said they can't come out just for the smell of blow, I said what about shouting in the stairwell, he said he'd note it. This is shit.