Bad times, intolerant times.
Over here we have a lot of incomers who settle in rural areas because they are so calm ... and then complain at court about the croing of the cocks and ringing of the bells at inconvenient times.
I should say: the whole bloody bunch should be drummed to the walls of the National Library and there given a good dose of the cat o'nine tails. (And I considered humble self as tolerant once.)

With my music I was and am lucky. I could have started to annoy my neighbours when playing the bass, later on the drum. After the first practicizing I went round and asked whether they were annoyed by the noise. Having grown up with me, or having seen me grow up over the decades nobody complained. But we all live in old detached houses with thick walls.