When my husband was alive, we lived in a village, next door to a family with three young children. We didn’t know them well, only to pass the time of day with. A few weeks after they moved in, the dad came round to ask if the children playing in the garden was too noisy for us. (We were OAPs at that time, and their garden, although behind a tall wall, ran parallel toys. We told him, truthfully, that when we sat in the garden, we were more than happy to hear the children. It probably helped that they were well brought up children, as they never seemed to yell and scream at the top of their voices. It also helped that we had grandchildren who visited, so we were quite used to the sound of kiddies playing.
Please help! (grandchild being locked in bedroom)

