A young family could be evicted from their home because neighbours claim their toddler
makes too much noise when she cries!
Nicola Baylis, 23, and her partner, Tim Richold, 34, have been told they could be chucked out of their rented flat because of complaints about the noise their two-year-old daughter Skye makes when she cries.
Neighbours reckon the toddler sounds like a "revving motorbike" when she gets upset and starts crying.
The family have received a notice seeking possession of their flat in Lingmell Court, Warndon, Worcestershire, saying unless Skye quits the loud bawling, they will all have to leave.
"I can't believe we're going to be made homeless because of a toddler. Skye does have a very loud cry but her laugh is even louder," says outraged mum, Nicola.
"She's just being a toddler and has no idea how loud she's being. On the one hand I can understand what the neighbours are saying but they don't have to live with it 24 hours a day. Skye loves singing and laughing and chatting but sometimes I have to put my hands over my ears because she's so loud."
The family rent their flat from Nexus Housing
, and were first approached with noise complaints a few weeks after first moving in back in December 2010.
In November 2011, Nicola and Tim signed an "acceptable behaviour contract" which said they would control Skye's noise levels. They were also made to remove their dog from the flat over the constant barking.
Nicola was also told to "cover up" after a housing officer saw her pottering around wearing just her pants with the curtains open.
An unnamed neighbour told The Sun
: "The family are nice enough but the little girl is so loud. When she cries she sounds as loud as a motorbike revving up and it can go on for hours.
"Everyone living here appreciates the little girl is only two but we all have to live here as well and the noise is making people's lives a misery."
Senior Housing Officer from Nexus Housing, Jennifer Soley defended the company's decision to seek possession of the family's flat, saying: "We have notified Miss Baylis that we are seeking possession of her property, because of noise and other nuisance.
"However, this is very much the first stage in the process and any decision to repossess the property would have to be made by a court. This move follows a catalogue of complaints to us."
A court hearing to decide the family's fate is expected on February 21.
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