I was born in England, never lived anywhere else but there's stuff that I still don't get!
So the sun's out and I sit out on my balcony writing my latest gripping chapter. To aid my mood I load Windows Media Player and I've got my little 70's jazz/funk playlist playing. It wasn't loud, it's an old Dell laptop. How loud can it go? The volume slider was about half way up, I swear! My neighbour frowned at me.
"I'm sorry," I enquired. "Is my music disturbing you?"
"It's a bit loud," he grumbled. For the sake of good neighboutly relations.I turned the music off.
Ten minutes later he came out with his dog. You know those nasty little yappie terrier things that bark at absolutely everything. The little mutt barked at flies fleas, airplanes and even changes in wind speed. Then I was subjected to the bovver of the hovver for an hour or so.
Why in suburban life are some nuisances acceptable and others not, I don't get it. Tell me how that works exactly?