In 1950 we moved into a council house. It was lovely; effectively semi-detached as it was the end of the terrace, brand new, and we loved it - for a few days. Then a family with three kids moved in next door. They were evil. Filthy, noisy, wild, sexually loose, destructive - the lot. Mum was terrified that vermin were coming to us from them, and no-one could sleep with their noise.
She went to the council for help, but they said they DELIBERATELY put families like that next to good families like ours and their other next-doors. We were supposed to influence them to change!!! What a laugh. Mum would have loved it if they had been moved somewhere amongst their own kind.
We moved ourselves, to a tied house through Dad's job. A family tragedy happened there. We moved to another council house, but Mum checked out the neighbours before she took the key!!!
I still remember them with loathing, and feel so very much empathy with people who suffer like that.