I hope this is all making the OP feel better. Hours of a screaming circular saw is something that would make me want to move, personally. I would definitely have a chat with your neighbour and ask if there were limited times to make metal scream.
I have the barking dogs, the freight trains, the yelling teenagers opposite and a new-born yelling baby next door. But I also live under a festival site and we have loud live music / thumping base at the top of the hill every other weekend 10am-10pm from May to Sept.
Tailored silicone earplugs are truly life-changing creations (nothing like the foam or wax jobbies you buy in Boots). They cost a bit, but I bought them when I had a circular saw going at it under my window ever day. They worked. Something like this, where an audiologist takes an impression of your ear canal and makes a mould specifically for your shape. They are comfortable to sleep in and to keep in for long periods. I urge you to try them. They last a lifetime.
As for nicknames for neighbours we'd rather not have. My neighbour used to refer to the woman on the other side of him as 'The Cow Bag'. Sadly it suited her!
During a conversation on this subject, I said to my OH, "We've been lucky haven't we, we've never had neighbours from hell?". "No," he said, "but a few from purgatory.". Such a wit.
Our neighbours are great There's lots of strimming and lawn mowing and various other power tools but hey, it could be much worse and we do our fair share of it.
We had a NDN once who killed himself by jumping off his roof. Another who threatened to put OH in hospital and poison the dog. We had a Traveller camp next door for a few weeks - nice enough people but they live outdoors a lot - the marital disagreements and the music at all hours of the night was trying, even if occasionally I did learn a new word or two.
So we're just glad to have neighbours who are pleasant (we'd settle for civil but these are actually friendly) and who do their own stuff without any of us interfering with one another. It's a peaceful little hamlet. We know very well, it could be a lot worse than kids in a paddling pool now and then, so live and let live
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
I have made a huge effort on my street and know most people. My direct neighbours and delightful and now all good friends (and I pray nightly that they will stay as long as I do). There are others further down that have the mad dogs, the loud rows, the ambulances that arrive at all hours, the five year loft conversion, screaming saw. I lived for a few years in a flat beneath a family with a big domestic violence situation. Shrieking, slamming doors, stuff thrown out of windows and constant threats.
So now I thank my lucky stars constantly and invite everyone for tea, dinner, cake, I give plants to all and sundry and try and build good community. If it all ends up going sour, or if I get neighbours from hell moving in, at least I can say I enjoyed my time in the house and did my bit to help the street community work as best I could. Local cohesion often takes work.
Apart from the demon DIY period I referred to previously, we've been very lucky. We've lived in the same house for 30 years and neighbours both sides were here before us. The road is generally quiet with no noise even from more distant neighbours. 150 foot gardens on the houses keeps any potential noise from properties behind us well away.
I was putting up with the parrafin smell of neighbours barbecue firelighters from two different directions all yesterday afternoon. It was really unpleasant and quite polluting and my garden is not particularly small.
Our neighbours are so lovely, we know most of them quite well
The neighbours right next door are in their mid to late sixties and are so young at heart we love them but... they are night owls and everything seems to start coming to life at around 9pm their kitchen is just the other side of our lounge wall and they bang and crash the dishwasher and because the gentleman is quite hard of hearing the chatter is LOUD.
We are a young family (and not a loud one at all surprisingly) so are up at the crack of sparrows with our daughter so when 9pm rolls arounds it may as well be midnight to us as we are so exhausted by that point
However, it means that of a morning I can hoover or water the garden with some music on or an audiobook playing because they're dead to the world and deaf we don't have neighbours on the other side of us so no one else can hear us.
I would never complain to them about the noise as it's just one of those things and besides he use to just pop in and mow our lawn and strim for us when we first moved in and didn't yet have a mower of our own.
I've forbidden them to ever move as we adore them and we know they'd help us if we ever needed anything so a little noise is worth good neighbours.
When I lived at home when I was younger we had a neighbour, Pervy Pat, whose head would pop up over our garden fence as if by magic the moment we use to lay down to sunbath in our bikinis it was infuriating!
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We had a NDN once who killed himself by jumping off his roof. Another who threatened to put OH in hospital and poison the dog. We had a Traveller camp next door for a few weeks - nice enough people but they live outdoors a lot - the marital disagreements and the music at all hours of the night was trying, even if occasionally I did learn a new word or two.
So we're just glad to have neighbours who are pleasant (we'd settle for civil but these are actually friendly) and who do their own stuff without any of us interfering with one another. It's a peaceful little hamlet. We know very well, it could be a lot worse than kids in a paddling pool now and then, so live and let live
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The neighbours right next door are in their mid to late sixties and are so young at heart we love them but... they are night owls and everything seems to start coming to life at around 9pm
We are a young family (and not a loud one at all surprisingly) so are up at the crack of sparrows with our daughter so when 9pm rolls arounds it may as well be midnight to us as we are so exhausted by that point
However, it means that of a morning I can hoover or water the garden with some music on or an audiobook playing because they're dead to the world and deaf
I would never complain to them about the noise as it's just one of those things and besides he use to just pop in and mow our lawn and strim for us when we first moved in and didn't yet have a mower of our own.
I've forbidden them to ever move as we adore them and we know they'd help us if we ever needed anything so a little noise is worth good neighbours.
When I lived at home when I was younger we had a neighbour, Pervy Pat, whose head would pop up over our garden fence as if by magic the moment we use to lay down to sunbath in our bikinis
We use to mutter "piss off Pervy Pat!"