I moved to my house about two to three years ago with a family. It's also a British town and my house is semi-detached in a street of terraced houses. I'm quite the introvert, so apart from my direct neighbors, I really made no attempt at getting to know the rest around my house. That being said, if someone speaks to me, I'll happily speak to them. Q Dovanson, an old age pensioner, came up to me while I was taking stuff to my car and she started asking questions. The usual stuff you ask new neighbors, but then she asked me when I planned on moving, which I thought was quite unusual. I told her I had no plans to move yet and then she went on to talk about how young people have started moving into the street and it's so much noisier, especially those with families, and how she wished to go back to the street of old people. For about ten minutes, there was nothing but low-key insults about young people. I couldn't really excuse myself as I had stuff to do with my car and it was time sensitive. So in the end, I just said, you can't expect only old people to live on a street, especially they grow old and die. Maybe wait a few years and we'll be old and you'll have your street back to old people if you're still around. She looked at me as if I just murdered her family and walked off. In the heat of the moment, I felt justified, but thinking back on it, I pretty much told her she'll be dead soon, which no one really likes hearing. You just wouldn't stop talking about all the good old times.