I used to live on the top floor of a Victorian House, flat conversion. Yes, wooden floors. The old boy downstairs was knocking on 75+, having respect for elders I befriended him and helped him out when possible, generally just gave him the time of day.
Over the course of 2 years he gradually started moaning more and more about noise, even though my partner and I were extremely considerate in that regard. Especially considering our collective interests here, it was a real pain in the arse constantly keeping music down.
I eventually decided that a dwelling lacking in the correct insulation was more detrimental to my own lifestyle than it was to the moaning neighbours. Hence I took the decision to move out.
My final week in that property was, well, loud to say the least. You really shouldn't moan about noise to a man with a Marshall stack..
Dosn't sound like your property suits your needs.. Fuck the neighbours, make some noise and move on...
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