Mad or Not?

Aeroplanes are slowly driving me mad. I live near an airport and

passing planes can be heard night and day. The airport was built
during a war, but for some reason it could not be used then. Last
year, however, it came into use. Over a hundred people must be
driven away from their homes by the noise. I am one of the few
people left. Sometimes I think this house will be knocked down
by a passing plane. I have been offered a large sum of money to
go away, but I am determined to stay here. Everybody says I must
be mad, and they are probably right.

[ˈmæd ɔ: ˈnɒt ‖ ˈeərəpleɪnz ə ˈsləʊlɪ ˈdraɪvɪŋ mɪ ˈmæd || aɪ

ˈlɪv nɪər ən ˈeəpɔːt ən ˈpɑ:sɪŋ ˈpleɪnz kən bɪ ˈhɜːd ˈnaɪt ən
ˈdeɪ  || ðɪ ˈeəpɔːt wəz ˈbɪlt ˈdjʊərɪŋ ə ˈwɔ: | bət fər ˈsʌm
ˈriːzən ɪt kəd ˈnɒt bɪ ˈju:zd ˈðen || ˈlɑːst ˈjɜ: | haʊˈevə | ɪt
ˈkeɪm ɪntə ˈjuːs || ˈəʊvər ə ˈhʌndrəd ˈpiːpl̩ məst bɪ ˈdrɪvn ə
ˈweɪ frəm ðeə ˈhəʊmz baɪ ðə ˈnɔɪz ||  aɪ əm ˈwʌn əv ðə
ˈfjuː piːpl̩ ˈleft || ˈsʌmtaɪmz aɪ ˈθɪŋk ðɪs ˈhaʊs wɪl bɪ ˈnɒkt
ˈdaʊn baɪ ə ˈpɑ:sɪŋ ˈpleɪn ||  aɪ həv bɪn ˈɒfəd ə ˈlɑ:dʒ ˈsʌm
əv ˈmʌnɪ tə ˈɡəʊ əˈweɪ | bət aɪ əm dɪˈtɜːmɪnd tə ˈsteɪ ˈhɪə  ||
ˈevrɪbɒdɪ ˈsez a ˈmʌst bɪ ˈmæd | ən ðeɪ ə ˈprɒbəblɪ ˈraɪt#]