Just after some sympathy really. My neighbours have been renovating their two bedroom terraced house (adjoining mine) for almost three years. They started work on Boxing Day 2021 and have been knocking the hell out of the place all day every day, weekends and evenings, ever since. They’ve mostly been doing it themselves - the FIL is a builder - but there have been long periods, such the whole of this summer, when they have had a group of really rude jobbing builders in, who sit on the roof, flicking fag ends into my garden. I have tried being patient- it’s part of London life - but I think I’m finally at the end of my extremely long tether.
Yesterday, standing in my back yard, which has been overshadowed by their scaffolding for two and a half years, I had to have a little cry. Half of my plants have died for lack of sunlight. The rest are covered in brick dust. My car is always covered in dust too, since the FIL likes to set up his slab cutting machine right outside our adjoining front gates.
i feel like my home has been ruined. I can’t relax here. I WFH and find it impossible to concentrate when they’re working (yes, before you ask, I have tried wearing headphones and even industrial ear defenders). It’s not just the noise. Our houses are old and really small and the building works has shaken pictures off the wall.
i have lived on my street for nearly thirty years and have lovely neighbours on the whole but I can no longer bring myself to speak to the people next door because the cheery banter every time I encounter them - ‘Have we scared you out of your house again’ - is no longer a joke after two years and ten months.
Would it be unreasonable to have a curse put on their house? 😄 Please help me rediscover my sense of humour!