So, moved down to Ravensthorpe near Dewsbury couple of weeks back. For those that don’t know (you probably will do Quinny), it’s predominantly an Asian community.
If I’d had more time to look for a place when I found out I needed to leave my old house sharpish then I would have definitely chosen somewhere else where, how shall I put it, I would have fitted in better. 
As it happened, I needed to take this place as a temp measure or find myself houseless 
So anyways, no problems with colour/race/religion/whatever and as I expected to be away for most, if not all of the week then no probs.
Since found out that the Asian family next door have 1387 kids, 79 Nissan cars which they clog the street/my drive up with, and only have one speaking-to-each-other volume which is the 150db level one. On top of that, they seem to like their Asian music loud which can only be described as someone constantly wailing in some form of distress. You’d think there’d be enough to go on there, but no, their garden isn’t big enough (it’s like, quarter of an acre or something) for all their old tat, they’ve decided to utilise mine too, feeling that it would look more appealing with old curry-infested mattresses, trashed sofas and hoodles of bursting black bin bags. 
Now I’m very much a live n let live kinda geezer, also liking my music and quality hi-fi separates which I like to crank up to my neighbours speaking level when I fancy. The places I’ve lived in the past have had good neighbours; it’s a kinda, “you have your parties and we won’t complain when it’s still going on at 4am in the morning along as you don’t complain when we have ours” etc. It’s worked well and that’s how I feel life should be; give n take. However, this grief from next door is beginning to get on my [zb] and 30 minutes ago one of the family came round and complained that I was making too much noise. Fair do’s, I was using a hammer drill so I could put up some hefty shelves, but it is 12 noon in the middle of the day after all.
I apologised for the noise but said I’d only be another 15 mins or so. 5 minutes ago, just as I’m drilling the last two holes, she comes round again, proper blowing off about it so my calm and collectedness instantly vanished and I told her how it was addressing the items outlined above.
Needless to say, the end result was along the lines of, “I’m going to get my husband to come round and sort you out”. So I’ve got that to look forward to, and another mountain of [zb] has just appeared in my “garden”. 
Oh joy.
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However, because of their 79 Nissans and also the fact that all their mates who live in the surrounding houses also have 79 Nissans per household too renders getting an artic anywhere near the area a total no-go. Like I said originally, I’m not bothered by the music (could do with upping their taste a bit me thinks 