I think our new neighbours might get an SS nomination - it makes me VERY glad that we put our own house on the market this week and plan to move fairly soon.
The old owners bought the house ~2 years ago and spent that time gutting it and redoing it to flip the property and sold it in September. They came over to let us know when they were leaving and Thursday night we had a nice little street party to say goodbye to them (only 12 houses in the cul-de-sac, so there were about 25 people there total).
Old neighbours had their beds and the last of their things moved out Friday during the day and the house was vacant Friday night.
The new neighbours arrived at 0600 on Saturday morning and I know this because the 3 boys (aged about 8 to 13, I would guess from the looks of them) apparently felt the need to YELL at each other as they got out of the car at the NEW house about how great the NEW house is and who gets what bedroom.
From across the court in my own bedroom I heard the whole conversation - they also woke Baby Wolverine up.
I gave them a pass because hey - new house, excited, been in the car however long at this hour, whatever boys. Just keep it down in future.
Saturday evening (after 7pm) and there are three bicycles doing circles of the cul-de-sac and YELLING is happening. Then a cricket ball hit my front door and landed in a potted plant. The crash, again, woke the baby. Who screamed and refused to settle back down because there was now YELLING going on outside her window.
Husband went outside and grabbed the cricket ball and spoke directly to the kids, telling them to keep it down, there's a baby sleeping. And to get some helmets on.
New Neighbour Mum walks out her front door hands on hips and SCREAMS at her sons to GET AWAY FROM THE STRANGE MAN, then YELLS at Husband, who hands over the cricket ball and says that SHE needs to keep her kids (and their toys) out of HIS yard.
Mum tells him it's just a ball and there will be more.
Husband (sassy pants that he is and also cranky because Baby is cranky) says "Good, I haven't got any good cricket balls. I'll keep the next one."
Then this afternoon (Sunday) I had Wolverine in the stroller in the sun while I did some gardening and a nice neighbour came over and asked if Husband had really threatened to hit the new kids with a cricket bat if they came back into our yard and didn't stop riding their bikes 'on a public road'. (she was joking, she'd actually heard most of the exchange thanks to New Mum's volume control issues).
I am so glad we're moving, but then again, the drama could be entertaining...