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Uncongenial neighbour
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I heard last night that he has applied for council tenancy. If he gets it, I feel sorry for his new neighbours.
In the meantime, I live in hope.
Has anyone else had to put up with a bunch of free-loading, workshy, antisocial, layabout neighbours who are 'well known' to the police?
In the meantime, I live in hope.
Has anyone else had to put up with a bunch of free-loading, workshy, antisocial, layabout neighbours who are 'well known' to the police?
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No but I did live up the road from someone who thought they had a right to comment about everything I did ( from keeping dogs and horses to having a motorhome in my garden, to what my accent was like and why we had so many children- and why we had people ' well known to the police' at the house). I tell you middle England is a real fecking pleasure.
Oh yes... my dad was most put out when some 'yuppie gits' moved next door to us in the late eighties (we lived in a housing association house) and were rude to the kids (I never noticed myself, probably too busy watching the headlights go up and down on their car as I found it fascinating') as we used to play outside (we weren't naughty but we were probably noisy), they also were a bit condescending when they found out we didn't own a car and I think they generally felt we were a bit rif-raffy as there was always loads of kids since my parents were also foster carers ... I believe his favourite term for them was 'flash c***s who don't know their arse-hole from their elbows... ***king w**kers'.
Quite China. We had rescue horses and dogs, a motorhome ( converted coach) because it was an awesome way for us and the kids to get into a really happy family project and for the kids to see that working on something practical and creative is a good thing to do with your time, my accent was strong Belfast because weirdly that's where I am from originally and we had people who were ' well known to the police' there because I mentor young offenders to try to divert them from their current lifestyle. Not that any of this occured to the neighbours from hell- they just saw what they wanted to see and added their own lurid imaginations to make it somehting bad.
Yeah... usually when my dad came back in his neon coloured lycra on his cycle it was because he'd either just work as a carer for severely disabled (physically and mentally) people and worked shifts rather than standard hours, or he'd probably just finished one of his many sponsored cycles. But I can imagine if you didn't know him then you'd just think he was an annoying and strangely dressed man who would come whizzing around the corner at all hours on his bike to his hoard of children.
Mum didn't work so we would often have kids from school (primary) coming home with her too so there would be little kids playing out back where mum could see them and older kids playing out front who could get over the gate guard.
I actually can see how we would have looked like a chaotic family but there was no naughtiness, I remember my sister crying her eyes out because by accident she bounced a ball on the neighbours (not these ones actually) car and we all had it drilled in to us not to touch (read 'break') anything that wasn't ours. And in fairness, my dad's from northern Ireland himself and his language is 'colourful' and his counternance would make Paisley look like a chirpy chap, (he's mainly known to smile when he's being mean to his Mrs) so he's not what I would call 'easily approachable' lol!
Mum didn't work so we would often have kids from school (primary) coming home with her too so there would be little kids playing out back where mum could see them and older kids playing out front who could get over the gate guard.
I actually can see how we would have looked like a chaotic family but there was no naughtiness, I remember my sister crying her eyes out because by accident she bounced a ball on the neighbours (not these ones actually) car and we all had it drilled in to us not to touch (read 'break') anything that wasn't ours. And in fairness, my dad's from northern Ireland himself and his language is 'colourful' and his counternance would make Paisley look like a chirpy chap, (he's mainly known to smile when he's being mean to his Mrs) so he's not what I would call 'easily approachable' lol!
It was the police who told me about his application! I think they'll be supporting it very actively- that would get him out of their manor.
This man is a very unappetising-looking person, who has had 3 wives (I kid you not) and had 10 chldren at the last count. He now has another woman.
He is alcohol dependent - and I'm being polite, as are the friends he has. He tells the police, who are really super and have a season ticket to the house, that all the people who call at all hours of the day and night, are relatives.
I don't know which is worse - in the dark days when he and his buddies drink inside, or when the sun shines and they drink outside, inviting all and sundry to join them on the front garden and bring their bottles. As it's private property, the police, who even have a key to the house, can do nothing.
One of his buddies is doing porridge (attempted murder in the house), another is out on licence. The one doing time for attempted murder did me a favour - he smashed this neighbour's stereo with the hatchet he used.
The landlord is a fat money-grubbing twerp.
Happy days!! You couldn't make it up.
This man is a very unappetising-looking person, who has had 3 wives (I kid you not) and had 10 chldren at the last count. He now has another woman.
He is alcohol dependent - and I'm being polite, as are the friends he has. He tells the police, who are really super and have a season ticket to the house, that all the people who call at all hours of the day and night, are relatives.
I don't know which is worse - in the dark days when he and his buddies drink inside, or when the sun shines and they drink outside, inviting all and sundry to join them on the front garden and bring their bottles. As it's private property, the police, who even have a key to the house, can do nothing.
One of his buddies is doing porridge (attempted murder in the house), another is out on licence. The one doing time for attempted murder did me a favour - he smashed this neighbour's stereo with the hatchet he used.
The landlord is a fat money-grubbing twerp.
Happy days!! You couldn't make it up.
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