I am very lucky to have wonderful neighbours. Most of us have lived here for years. We aren’t always in and out of each others’ houses, but know that help is there for the asking.
In spite of that, my 92 year old next-but-three has twice sneaked out to the shops, and been spotted struggling up the road with heavy shopping bags. We are all worried about him, but he wants to be independent and won’t accept help. He has adult children living nearby too.
I must admit that I would also hate to lose my independence, but I am only 80, and very fit for my age. My GD has dropped a few things in for me, but I am managing fine.
I don’t know what it would be like to have such difficult neighbours, and you have my sympathy. It must be awful to have to try to dodge these moaners. People like that don’t realise that they are their own worst enemy, and will result in them having no friends at all.