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Hi
I enjoy blogging so here we go again.
I live on an estate of quite decent housing. My neighbours are constantly changing. The buy to let market has meant that most of my neighbours are like me renting, the landlords may/may not keep the property, therefore neighbours come and go. I've been here nearly 3 years and only 1 neighbour has been here longer than me a retired lady and her dogs. All the others have had a pretty short shelf life. It's normally quiet, busy single people, busy no kids couples, and busy tired worn out single mothers trying to get by.
A glamorous new neighbour moves in to the close. I' envy the property she's moved into. Unlike my scruffy property hers is virtually a show house. The owner having done it it up for himself and his new wife, then they had to move for work. Fantastic landscape gardens, beautiful wooden floors throughout, handcrafted kitchen, new John Lewis bathroom, a master bedroom to die for and a rent figure to match. They arrived with a brand new 4X4 range rover, a year people carrier, lots of nice stuff, dog and baby. She's very pretty,lots of hair, manicured nails, lots of cloths and chatty. He isn't but everyone's different.We talked about the children, we talked about the weather, we talked about work, she talked about the owner stalking her. Eyebrows to the ceiling uuumh!
Apparently there's been a war of notes on the close, everyone has been parking in everyone elses' parking space. Short notes ,to blunt notes to bloody rude notes. All flying around and landing on peoples windscreen. I don't know who's sending them. Some one parks in my space, i park in someone elses' space. I explain to the persons in my place that as they do not live there that they should park on the road. I'm polite I try to be patient, I like to get on with my neighbours I always have done. The upside is, that peace reigns, the down side is, that i get cornered with nodding through the sick cat stories, the my husband/wife is having an awful time at work stories, the I'm feeling depressed stories the I've broken my false teeth stories, she then feels obliged to show you her gums eeeewwww and spit through the whole story. Jesus.........I'm dying for a cup of tea, I'm dying to escape, I'm dying for her to stop spitting at me. But she's old so i stand through it dutifully. The final straw comes when the housing manager AGAIN parks in my space. In my haste to punish her and get the shopping in quickly I block her in and, accidentally, the car next to hers a giant thing owned by my neighbours' parents The door bell rings, "Can you move your car" say the parents rather crossly. I'm trying to apologise to the couple whilst rebuking the housing manager for parking in my space. I've straightened every thing out with the parents and made my point with the housing manager. However unbeknown to me, due to this heated discussion in the car park everyone now thinks that i am the note sender and the close is no longer speaking to me. Including the lady with the gums. Well there's an up side to everything. I now walk into my home spit free.
Oh, the nice glam couple have now moved out, accompanied with 3 police cars, stab vests and dogs. Drugs and fraud. She seemed so nice!!!
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Posted by babsy on 2008-07-10 19:18:58 | Rating: | Views: 118
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This is so funny!
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Posted by sharetheword
on 2008-07-11 23:19:37
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I need air:P Suffocating life you have there.
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Posted by brainstormer
on 2008-07-14 21:31:27
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Yeh ans to that brainstorm is yes and no. Life is suffocating as you get bogged down with the minutiae of surviving however things that i experience often just make me laugh.
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Posted by babsy
on 2008-07-15 05:25:12
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