It's a sunny day. I have my music on, not overbearing, but enough to hear it in the garden (which is right next to the stereo) whilst I hand the washing out. Neighbours are in the garden, mowing the lawn. When they stop mowing, I hear Mary raise her voice in my direction, as always..
Mary: "oooh Bill, where's that loud music coming from" Sarcastic in tone.
Bill: "inaudible chuntering".
It's impossible to not have them whinge. You may say 'they're old, let them whinge', but me and my family are entitled to not be wound up every time we enter our garden. If they're not moaning at us for music in short and not excessively loud bursts, it's the kids playing 'too loudly', or it's the 'smell of the cigarette' when Lisa has a cigarette.
:(
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