Anyone that knows me personally knows that I am a calm, tolerant and overall patient person (umm NOT! but I have mellowed over the years :-)    But I am typing this on a Sunday afternoon, listening to some (unwanted) Hed Kandi on the computer speakers, in order to drown out the surround sound of screaming babies coming into my home. From multiple sources. There is no real escape.  

When I bought this place 4 years ago, the complex was more or less baby free.  I have no problem with babies themselves (they are what they are) but I resent the recent influx of young couples and their fresh offspring into a high-density residential complex and being completely fucking ignorant to their neighbours or the reality of living in such a development.  My apartment is on the fifth floor overloking a small garden plaza and across to the other building beyond the tree.  It's not exactly on top of each other but it's fairly compact and space efficient, as urban city suburbs do.  It means that if anyone is making loud noise, we all have to share in it.  

Most of the time it's just background stuff, and in some ways, quite pleasant.  The complex is well managed (lord knows I pay for it to be) and if someone is having a party or playing music too loud at night, any resident can call security and make a noise complaint, which generally works by turning down the music a bit and CLOSING THE WINDOW OR BALCONY DOOR.   

So, NO, it is NOT appropriate to let your newborn scream for ages in a cot beside an open window, or to take said child in your arms onto the balcony for him or her to share it's shrieking bawls to the other 600 or so poor bastards who have to listen to it and just accept it.

Oh, it's just stopped.  Holding my breath....

No, it's back. Again.