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Our neighbors have no hobbies. Only us. It started a few months after we bought the house and moved in here. From the bedroom of these particular neighbors, you can look right onto our property and overlook everything because the bedroom is on the second floor.
The first time we realized that something was wrong was when our son came in with his school friend, with whom he had been playing outside in the garden. The two of them looked at us rather sheepishly and asked, "Are we anti-social?" Upon inquiry, it came out that the neighbor had shouted over the fence for the boys to stop playing outside immediately (it was 2:30 in the afternoon) and when they hadn't, she shouted they were antisocial trash. At that time I still tried to reason with the woman, but she also insulted me and after a while I gave up.
Now it seems that she or her husband stand in the bedroom behind their curtains all day long (you can see it pretty well from our side) and wait for something to happen with us that they can complain about. And not in a normal tone, but with loud shouting, with threats to call the police or a lawyer and usually the whole thing is garnished with insults like riffraff, scumbags, etc.. Slowly I do not dare to go outside anymore.
She has even yelled at me when I have weeded by hand at lunchtime, although that makes no noise.
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