Trying to work out if I’m a grumpy old bogwitch because of the heat.
I’ve just had to shut the windows because the boys from one of the houses on our close are out there playing football yet again.
Their dad has moved a full sized goal on to the green directly in front of my house, despite them having a large garden of their own. He does this quite regularly and leaves the goal there for days on end.
Its gone 9pm now but even if it wasn’t — aibu to think they should set up their own garden as a football pitch, not the green? The thud, thud, thud of the ball for hours, along with the shouting, is driving me spare.