Numb neighbours

This is exactly one year and ten days that my new neighbours have chosen to live in the small housing adjacent to the mine. Three hundred sixty-six days and as many nights to hate deeply. You know, there were first Petite Plague who spent last summer to shout on my terrace, then her mother, who found nothing better to do than help sleep for months to installing almost under my bedroom window to shout at his daughter shut up. . Since then, the largest dogs ran after me when I pass in front of the window, in addition to leave its droppings everywhere on what was once my oasis of peace.