Another weekend of hell it seems.
I live in a detached house with double glazing. I have just got up after another night a very loud throbbing music.
It starts friday evening and goes on until sunday night. Sometimes there maybe a break of a couple of hours, while the 52year old man and his friends lie comatosed on the lawn.
A weekend to me now means. Noise, very very loud. The odour of cannabis wafting everywhere. Men urinating all the time; why can't they do this less publicly.
They even have the cheek to try to send their kids around to me 'to play on my computor'.
So I lock my gate. I can't stand this all the time. What can I do? Why should I have to go in my garden or lie in bed with ear plugs in .
Why should I have to put up with the smell of cannabis. Believe you me watching a drunk, drugged older men all weekend is no fun.
I am a party pooper. I am a boring old fart. I do respect others wishes. I have immaculate manners, and respect for my neighbours.
Why do they have non for me. I am ranting.... tiredness creeping in.......................................
Why don't you move to France - anybody on these forums will tell you how much respect the inhabitants there have for each other, how well behaved the kids are, how there is no drug problem or binge drinking....
(I do sympathise, by the way, and am sure you are not a boring old fart at all).
mooky wrote:What can I do?
Mooky
If this pattern of drink, drugs and noise is a regular occurence I would call the gendarmes.
Mooky, that sounds just awful - especially the noise - interfering with your sleep, it exhausts you and probably makes you very bad tempered - a temporary grumpy old fart.
Since you do know the neighbour whose home it is, have you actually talked to him directly about the inconvenience he and his friends put you through? That would be the first thing to do, and perhaps to add that if it doesn't stop, you will have to take it further. The police (probably not the gendarmes) often like to come around and check things out on Saturday nights, and here at least, they are very responsive to such calls.
Regardless of what your attitude might be towards cannabis, it is illegal and most people would rather not have the cops have a sniff around their home for it, so if you imply to your neighbour that you know about it....
When we first moved to where we are now, we had a terrible time with some neighbours (newly-arrived too) who were having all-night parties with many friends - the laying of the land meant that from my bedroom window I could hear everything that they were saying. In the middle of the night I got up, and started yelling on the top of my voice to them, telling them that I could repeat verbatim everything that they had been saying, and that I could list everyone's name even as I heard it all. The bloke came as close to my window as he could, saying "Madame, ne criez pas, je suis la!" in a very calm and low voice. Then he invited me for coffee the next day. I went there and brought them a jar of fig jam (made from their figs - overhanging tree) and we have become the best of neighbours and even friends now. They still have their parties, try to keep them as quiet as they can, but alcohol does flow, and people do get louder as the night goes on. But I know that they do try to keep the noise down, and as I am now well disposed towards them (they often invite us now), I do enjoy the fact that they are having a good time...so I close my windows, and put my earplugs in as far as they will go.
I wonder if sometimes, the seething about those events, is not any worse than the events themselves.
I have talked to them as well as I can. We find it difficult to communicate as they speak the local dialect.I know it is what these people do every weekend. They come next door because it is only the one man who lives there. Quite honestly they put upon him. Their wives come around with the kids for a few hours then leave their blokes drinking overnight. I live alone, and have a pleasant disposition and they know this. We have always been friendly. he asked me around once to a party. I was offered vast quantities of whiskey. I don't drink I had never been so bored in my life. He has only a small room but the biggest amplification system , with flashing lights. He is very proud of it. Matters are made worse as after being on Seroxat and Zolphidem for five years I have finally finished taking them. I am suffering very bad cold turkey symptons. I suppose before I didn't hear the noise so much at nights because of the sleeping tablet. Apart from talk to them I haven't done anything yet. My other neighbours are getting angry too. I thought they might talk to them. They just go to his gate and tell him to ' turn the music down, you w****r. They just turn it up. I will have a chat with the Mairie on wednesday, when we have a village meeting.
In all my years as a social worker/and priest I have never seen such cannabis abuse as I have in some of the rural communities around here.
Mooky, what a way to wean yourself of Zolpidem and Seroxat, it does sound like mission impossible.
The first small glimmer of hope in what you say, is that you think the next door neighbour is being put upon to a point, Then, no doubt he would not like being investigated by the police. Second glimmer of hope, is that other neighbours are also aware of what is going on, and possibly inconvenienced too. Surely, this state of things cannot go on indefinitely, not if people start complaining to the authorities. The village meeting sounds a good place to start, as you might be able to suss how other people are reacting.
Things vary a lot from place to place, but I know that here, the police do turn up if someone rings up complaining about the noise. It is one of those few occasions when they actually seem to take notice of the law being broken.
Interesting about the cannabis abuse in your rural community. I don't know what area you are in, but have heard a similar story from someone who bought a house in a remote hamlet nearby; she was expecting much peace and tranquillity. Then she found out that some local youngsters were involved in an active drug-ring (probably only cannabis, but nevertheless) meeting up in an abandoned house and trashing a garden and smearing the door of an irate person who had tried to complain, etc.... It was quite a shock to discover that in this tiny rural, subsistence farming community, drug-dealing was going on.
Best of luck in resolving this dreadful problem and having some peaceful weekends...
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