Thread: I hate neighbors!

why wait til 9...

We have eight neighbours and the closest one is 150 metres away, with a buffer of thick scrub and trees. Never hear them.


Just bragging

Honey catches more flies than vinegar so try talking to them nicely and quitely.

Try very hard to avoid getting into neghborhood problems which can easily escalate into a very very nasty situation.

My neighbours are very quiet. It's the 10 dogs in the 5 houses that border my property that make a bit of noise. 2 houses have 2 dogs each and one has 4. I'm not all that worried any more about annoying the neighbours when firing up the table saw and router. I'm also going to give up learning to play songs on my sax and just concentrate on playing scales. An hour of doe, ray, me, far, so, la, tee, doe, should make me feel a lot better.:mad:

I think echidna makes a good point. Then, so does Shane. Why not combine the two and knock on the door at 6.00am to talk reasonably with them for an hour or so...

Al.

..........whilst playing doh ray me fah so lah tee doe.........


Cheers

When I was a kid I used to play drums in a band. One Saturday afternoon we were practicing in our garage when the neighbour came over and asked us to stop because we were disturbing him. He'd bought the house a few months earlier as a holiday house and he was a 'business man' from Melbourne (drove a black BMW).

Naturally enough we stopped but when my dad came home he saw us sitting around looking sad and he asked why we weren't practicing. We told him what happened, so he told us to start playing again and he would hang around near the front of the house working on his car.

No sooner had we started again when the guy comes storming over. He sees my dad with his head under the bonnet and goes over and says "Excuse me". It took a couple of attempts to get his attention (my dad is good at this). When he finally looks up, the guy goes "I told your kids to stop playing. It's Saturday afternoon and we're trying to get some peace".

Dad says "Where are you from?". The guy says "I'm from next door, I own the house next door". Dad says "Yes, but where are you from?". "Oh, I'm from Melbourne". Dad replies "Well, why don't you go back there?" This was not the response the guy was hoping for. His mouth starts to open and close like a fish.

Then the old man launches into a tirade about how he'd rather we were in the shed playing music than down the park taking drugs and how he was sick of people expecting us to put our lives on hold because it was holiday season and why didn't the guy go out in the street and dance to the music instead of complaining because a bunch of kids were trying to do something creative instead of destructive.

So the guy goes away with his tail between his legs and a few months later the house is on the market. It's still a holiday house but the lady who owns it is hardly ever there. She hasn't heard the new thicknesser going yet but the Christmas holidays are nearly here!

/delurk on

...I can brag just like you 'q9'....maybe you're my neighbour???

My nearest neighbour is ~150m away, next about 700m, and then we can just see the others. The closest one breeds Jack Russells, so it gets a bit frenetic at 3pm when he feeds them, but unless I'm outside and the wind's from the west, I can't hear them.

I used to live in Werribee, where we had the neighbour from hell. He decided it'd be a great idea to have a party one Saturday night in his drive/back yard with a CD Jukebox and a cast of thousands. We went to bed at 12am (we have 3 young kids) and my wife called the cops at 1am, who said we weren't the first complainant. They arrived at 1:30am, music was quiet for about 15 minutes, then went louder than before. She rang them again at 2am, ditto at 4am, when I think they were fined. The guy went off his head, screaming and ranting in our bedroom window that he was going to 'get' us.

Anyway, things went downhill from there, especially when I mowed the lawn at 10am, and let the kids chase each other up and down the driveway ) Never really forgave us after that, and we moved out into the country to get away from the likes of him and his ilk, of which Werribee seems to have an ample sufficiency.

Bliss!

The only downside, if any, if that you become attuned to even the smallest noise, and I can hear cars coming about 500m away, and a tractor in the next paddock sounds like a jumbo taxiing.

Have a great (quiet) Christmas everyone!

Mick

Mines just moved out ,greatest bitch god ever put breath into!!
I kept leaving little piles of stones on her doorstop,shifted out furniture lock stock an barrell,this morning, cant stop cheering,all my hard work was worth it!!!

Just prey that it's not a case of "The Devil you know..."

Merry Christmas

Craig

If it is same treatment applies!!
Could likely be though ,another single woman moving in!!

I'm beginning to discover that a few of my neighbours are wankers.

We moved into our house 6 months ago. On our left are three small homettes. Never had a complaint from one of them - two of them are nice. On our right are four units - never have a complaint from them either, even waived to and chatted to a few of them.

Our problem is the group of 8 flats at the back, within 1m of my 20' x 30' solid brick garage/workshop. When we moved in one of our dogs was very yappy. Admittedly this was very annoying, but the wankers at the back were complaining to us within 2 days of our moving in and threatened to complain to council. The old fart in the flats (who apparently owns three of them) came to our door one afternoon filled with dutch courage and told us he'd collected 40+ signatures ready to take to council. Within 8 weeks of moving in we decided to give the noisy dog away, which wasn't easy. Did we get any thanks from any of the pricks at the back - of course not.

On New Years Day at about 10:30a I decided I went to make some lap joints with the router, which is a noisy task. I hadn't used the router for 5 months since moving in. I used the router for a total of about 45 hour intermittedly up until about 5:45. At that time a creeps from the back corner flat shouted over the back fence "Hey - give it a f**king rest - its quarter to 6", so i decided to give up. I should mention we are all within one block of a train line from which we all regularly hear trains thundering down and using their horns so the background noise is fairly loud anyway. I've got some sympathy for one of the group because they have a baby and getting them back to sleep after a consistently loud noise is pretty hard.

Since the last bit of abuse I've been researching very closely into how domestic noise disputes get settled in court because I think its going to end up that way if I keep working in my garage.

My advice is that if you're going to move into an area with flats think very carefully before you buy or rethink your woodworking habits because the noise regulations are complaint driven and favour the cranks.

Bloody hell, no wonder they were cranky, after 45 hours of router noise,I'd be bloody cranky too. I presume you meant 4-5 hours or 4.5 hours.
Cheers
Barry

What is it with the sort of people that live in town houses and villas? I live in an area of Sydney that's been re-zoned for medium density housing and the some of the people that live in this type of housing really make you want to move out of this city. The blocks of land round here are pretty big (for Sydney) and are being targetted by developers who want to put up 8-10 town houses where there is currently one house.

My place is surrounded by them and one neighbour whose town house is right next to my bedroom window has a spoilt kid that screams day and night. When you try to appeal to the mother's sensibilties, all you get is a torrent of four letter abuse. Yet this woman made a complaint about the people in the town house next to her for having the music up to loud (once in two years).

Then there's this other couple whose town house borders the back of my place that play their "music" loudly and often. I wouldn't mind so much if it was Deep Purple, Black Sabbath Led Zepplin or the Beatles but it's rap and hip-hop and I hate the stuff.

Maybe I'm just getting old and it's time to move to the South Coast.

Bob