I like listening to the sounds of mother nature but frequently listen to one neighbour repeatedly telling off her son, the fence is just slightly to high to see what he's doing that is naughty. He's ever such a nice polite little boy too, I always get a thank you when his ball is returned and he had to wait two weeks whilst I was on my jollies. He always says hello and remembers my name, I can't forget his, it's repeated on a daily basis
Couldn't for the life of me tell you his sisters name who seems to do no wrong but repeatedly gets him into trouble, bless his little cotton socks.
Each Sunday I have to listen to the other neighbour playing gramaphone music 3pm to 5pm...creature of habit...why he can't close his door I'll never know, quite liked it at first but after all these years I must have listened to his entire collection several times over.