There is no hell dark enough for the incomprehensible junkie scumbuckets who live next door to me.

It's a nice street in a lovely village, too. They are just ****ing foul. Blast loud music every Saturday night, jump around their living room and hoot like animals. They're in their 30's and have kids ffs (who are shipped off to their grans every weekend). Their living room has a full set of optics on the wall and a ****ing strobe light. Keep our kids awake every weekend, which often causes serious distress to my 5 year old who has autism. The "lady's" reaction to being told this? "I don't give a **** about your kids", and "stop using your autistic daughter as an excuse".

She looks like a bulldog shewing a wasp 24/7 and he looks, hilariously, identical to Marv from home alone.

They will literally have ANYONE in their house for a "pairtey" and last week, an actual full blood junkie was dragged out by his armpits at 1am. They also tend to get aggressive when drunk and shout at our house, rattle the gate, etc. Wouldn't say boo to a goose sober though. Make eye contact and they stare at the ground and scurry away.

So basically a nightmare.

i nod and smile, in my experience becoming friends with neighbours just leads to problems at some point, and i can't be doing with that.

I kind of agree. In the past I have had neighbours moan and complain to me about another neighbour only to see them the next day whispering away to that neighbour whilst looking over at my house. Best to leave them to it.