Odd things your neighbours do?
Discussion
I know that people can become obsessive about grass, but the neighbours across the road used to have what I consider to be the most manicured garden in a road of several hundred houses. The grass was immaculate - like those photos on the 'evergreen' type grass products (no, grass products, not grass products ). One summer morning I saw him trimming the edge of the lawn with kitchen scissors. Upon his return to work that same night, yep, the scissors made a reappearance.
chammyman said:
Why did you say you were winding him up?
Should have let him get into debt getting a new one then let him realise himself he's an idiot. Obviously a life lesson he sorely needs.
No need, a year later he went out and got an m235i on the never never. Did I mention he's nearing 50?Should have let him get into debt getting a new one then let him realise himself he's an idiot. Obviously a life lesson he sorely needs.
ChemicalChaos said:
It's the fact they they very deliberately do so immediately after we change our cars, as if they cannot stand to be outdone. As I've said, other neighbours in the development have commented on the highly co-incidental nature of it too
Same thing round our way.I changed my clothes the other day. Low and behold the next day the neighbour came out wearing something totally bloody different.
Oakey said:
My boss let me borrow his M3 while he went on holiday, my younger brother told our older brother I'd bought it. He was livid.p I went along with it until I went round to take him for a spin and he said to me "I've been on to BMW this morning to see about upgrading to one". I had to tell him we were winding him up.
I honestly don't understand people like that. Buy something for your own enjoyment, not because you feel you have something to prove.
Your brother Phil? Surely he can afford an M3I honestly don't understand people like that. Buy something for your own enjoyment, not because you feel you have something to prove.
Sounds like he keeps feeling fascination (about your income compared to his)
Jimmy Recard said:
Oakey said:
My boss let me borrow his M3 while he went on holiday, my younger brother told our older brother I'd bought it. He was livid.p I went along with it until I went round to take him for a spin and he said to me "I've been on to BMW this morning to see about upgrading to one". I had to tell him we were winding him up.
I honestly don't understand people like that. Buy something for your own enjoyment, not because you feel you have something to prove.
Your brother Phil? Surely he can afford an M3I honestly don't understand people like that. Buy something for your own enjoyment, not because you feel you have something to prove.
Sounds like he keeps feeling fascination (about your income compared to his)
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry....
All together.....
T5XARV said:
Jimmy Recard said:
Oakey said:
My boss let me borrow his M3 while he went on holiday, my younger brother told our older brother I'd bought it. He was livid.p I went along with it until I went round to take him for a spin and he said to me "I've been on to BMW this morning to see about upgrading to one". I had to tell him we were winding him up.
I honestly don't understand people like that. Buy something for your own enjoyment, not because you feel you have something to prove.
Your brother Phil? Surely he can afford an M3I honestly don't understand people like that. Buy something for your own enjoyment, not because you feel you have something to prove.
Sounds like he keeps feeling fascination (about your income compared to his)
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry....
All together.....
98elise said:
T5XARV said:
Jimmy Recard said:
Oakey said:
My boss let me borrow his M3 while he went on holiday, my younger brother told our older brother I'd bought it. He was livid.p I went along with it until I went round to take him for a spin and he said to me "I've been on to BMW this morning to see about upgrading to one". I had to tell him we were winding him up.
I honestly don't understand people like that. Buy something for your own enjoyment, not because you feel you have something to prove.
Your brother Phil? Surely he can afford an M3I honestly don't understand people like that. Buy something for your own enjoyment, not because you feel you have something to prove.
Sounds like he keeps feeling fascination (about your income compared to his)
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry....
All together.....
I have twice narrowly avoided being the odd neighbour in the house I moved into only a year ago.
First time was summer-time, so the upstairs windows were open. As I went upstairs to bed one night, I could hear pumping music. It was late so I was a bit irked - that and we had moved into this area because it was rural and (we thought) quiet. Someone in the row of houses adjacent to mine had a light on and their window open so I assumed it's them. I leaned out of the window and could hear the music definitely coming from them. So what did I do? I suffered by being terribly British and watched them with "the stare" through my opened window for about 10 mins then I went for a shower - hoping it would be quiet when I've finished.
It wasn't. So, in a T-shirt and shorts, I opened the front door and stepped outside with my best "Please let me sleep" look on my face JUST as the music stopped and I heard "Thank you and good night".
Turns out that living about 100m from the pub needs some additional awareness when they have "band night" (only 2 in 12 months). It was as silent as the grave immediately after. The music "coming from my neighbour's house" was simply reflecting off their walls.
Second time, next door's car alarm was chirping, as though the battery was flat. It went on all night. I went outside (again, in my PJs) and hung around their car. Having learned from the previous time, I made sure the sound was coming from their car by walking around it a few times. This is at about 3:30am. In my PJs. It's feckin' dark where I live (no streetlights) but my PJs are actually a pair of shorts and a vivid/reflective yellow Watchman T-shirt (the smiley face one). Anyone looking out at that time would have seen me prancing around this car trying to confirm where the noise was coming from.
Eventually I gave up and went back inside but I didn't sleep again - and it was a "school" night, so I was really irritated about it all day.
I didn't see my neighbour for a few days which was a good job because by the time I saw them, I was pretty calm about it and simply offered a "Have you managed to sort the car out?" which led to an awkward conversation because she had no idea what I was talking about. Turns out, the neighbour I previously nearly accused of having a band set up in her rear bedroom had gone away and, during one of the frequent electrical brown outs we have here, her burglar alarm had tried to protest but the back up battery was dead.
I was certain the noise had been coming from the car though. These reflected sounds are going to get me into trouble.
First time was summer-time, so the upstairs windows were open. As I went upstairs to bed one night, I could hear pumping music. It was late so I was a bit irked - that and we had moved into this area because it was rural and (we thought) quiet. Someone in the row of houses adjacent to mine had a light on and their window open so I assumed it's them. I leaned out of the window and could hear the music definitely coming from them. So what did I do? I suffered by being terribly British and watched them with "the stare" through my opened window for about 10 mins then I went for a shower - hoping it would be quiet when I've finished.
It wasn't. So, in a T-shirt and shorts, I opened the front door and stepped outside with my best "Please let me sleep" look on my face JUST as the music stopped and I heard "Thank you and good night".
Turns out that living about 100m from the pub needs some additional awareness when they have "band night" (only 2 in 12 months). It was as silent as the grave immediately after. The music "coming from my neighbour's house" was simply reflecting off their walls.
Second time, next door's car alarm was chirping, as though the battery was flat. It went on all night. I went outside (again, in my PJs) and hung around their car. Having learned from the previous time, I made sure the sound was coming from their car by walking around it a few times. This is at about 3:30am. In my PJs. It's feckin' dark where I live (no streetlights) but my PJs are actually a pair of shorts and a vivid/reflective yellow Watchman T-shirt (the smiley face one). Anyone looking out at that time would have seen me prancing around this car trying to confirm where the noise was coming from.
Eventually I gave up and went back inside but I didn't sleep again - and it was a "school" night, so I was really irritated about it all day.
I didn't see my neighbour for a few days which was a good job because by the time I saw them, I was pretty calm about it and simply offered a "Have you managed to sort the car out?" which led to an awkward conversation because she had no idea what I was talking about. Turns out, the neighbour I previously nearly accused of having a band set up in her rear bedroom had gone away and, during one of the frequent electrical brown outs we have here, her burglar alarm had tried to protest but the back up battery was dead.
I was certain the noise had been coming from the car though. These reflected sounds are going to get me into trouble.
ked off with that if it was me!!giger said:
Our neighbour lives in a rather nice 4 bedroom house, by herself. Except her late 20's nephew lives with her. Which is odd, as the nephews mom & dad live around the corner in a rather nice 4 bedroom house.
They also come around and walk the dog, cut the grass and do lots of other things (like visiting their son!) so they are there every day. I actually see more of the nephews mom & dad that I do the neighbour, as they are coming and going so often that I often bump into them on our (shared) drive.
Nephew's dad also seems to like cutting grass. We have a shared patch on the front - When I cut it he is guaranteed to re-cut it with a couple of days.
It's all very odd.
Is she good looking? What is her networth. How can we get the nephew to move back home?They also come around and walk the dog, cut the grass and do lots of other things (like visiting their son!) so they are there every day. I actually see more of the nephews mom & dad that I do the neighbour, as they are coming and going so often that I often bump into them on our (shared) drive.
Nephew's dad also seems to like cutting grass. We have a shared patch on the front - When I cut it he is guaranteed to re-cut it with a couple of days.
It's all very odd.
When we moved here in 2003 there was a totally out of control hedge in the front garden. It was high enough in places to interfere with the phone wires. It was a mess of different tress and shrubs and ivy. It was horrible. So we had it taken out and a close boarded fence put in its place. Since then, once a year or so, my neighbour comes round for a conversation like this:
"Hello Richard."
"Hello Clive."
"I've come round about the ivy again."
"Glad we got rid of it."
"We'll, that's it, you see. We have ivy and it's coming from your side."
"Show me."
We then walk the length of the fence and I demonstrate there is no ivy. In fact there is nothing growing at the bottom of the fence. We have gravel up to the fence and keep it clear.
"So, Clive, no ivy. Nothing. The ivy must originate on your side."
"Yes, yes. I see that. Thanks."
We exchange a few pleasantries and off he goes. And then as he reaches the gate he turns and calls back, "So you'll clear that ivy for me, then. Thanks!" Whether it's for the benefit of his wife who he expects will have her ear pressed against the fence I don't know.
There is no ivy here, Clive. None. See you in twelve months when we can do this all again.
"Hello Richard."
"Hello Clive."
"I've come round about the ivy again."
"Glad we got rid of it."
"We'll, that's it, you see. We have ivy and it's coming from your side."
"Show me."
We then walk the length of the fence and I demonstrate there is no ivy. In fact there is nothing growing at the bottom of the fence. We have gravel up to the fence and keep it clear.
"So, Clive, no ivy. Nothing. The ivy must originate on your side."
"Yes, yes. I see that. Thanks."
We exchange a few pleasantries and off he goes. And then as he reaches the gate he turns and calls back, "So you'll clear that ivy for me, then. Thanks!" Whether it's for the benefit of his wife who he expects will have her ear pressed against the fence I don't know.
There is no ivy here, Clive. None. See you in twelve months when we can do this all again.
DickyC said:
Ivy
I have two similar things. One was the lady who lives next door accused us of flooding their drive. There was water bubbling up from the ground under the wall that separates our properties. I invited her round to look at the other side. Nothing. Not even a damp patch. She called the water company to complain about us. The chap came round. She was rude to him. He looked at our side and declared there was no problem on our side. She hasn't spoken to me since.
I am a bit selfish on the other one as it is something that doesn't affect me at all. We have a couple that live on another side of the property. There is a leylandii hedge on our border. It does need cutting every now and again - which we have done annually. However, we can't see this hedge at all from anywhere we use regularly (it requires a special trip to go and inspect it). The couple like it to be cut regularly. They come and ask us to cut it as "it shades their garden". Except it doesn't. They get quite cross about it. I've told them that they can cut it anytime they like - all they need to do is get someone in to do it. Their workmen can have access to it as often as they like. Otherwise I'll get it done when I have the other hedges done. They don't want to pay for it, but they want me to trim a hedge that I can't see every couple of months for their benefit.
Mine seems to not have a waste bin inside their house.
Their black wheely bin is kept in the gap between our houses, which is next to my lounge.
In the evenings i constantly hear, the gate opening and the wheely bin lid shutting. Probably 5 times an evening.
Why not have a bloody kitchen bin
Their black wheely bin is kept in the gap between our houses, which is next to my lounge.
In the evenings i constantly hear, the gate opening and the wheely bin lid shutting. Probably 5 times an evening.
Why not have a bloody kitchen bin
AstonZagato said:
DickyC said:
Ivy
I have two similar things. One was the lady who lives next door accused us of flooding their drive. There was water bubbling up from the ground under the wall that separates our properties. I invited her round to look at the other side. Nothing. Not even a damp patch. She called the water company to complain about us. The chap came round. She was rude to him. He looked at our side and declared there was no problem on our side. She hasn't spoken to me since.
I am a bit selfish on the other one as it is something that doesn't affect me at all. We have a couple that live on another side of the property. There is a leylandii hedge on our border. It does need cutting every now and again - which we have done annually. However, we can't see this hedge at all from anywhere we use regularly (it requires a special trip to go and inspect it). The couple like it to be cut regularly. They come and ask us to cut it as "it shades their garden". Except it doesn't. They get quite cross about it. I've told them that they can cut it anytime they like - all they need to do is get someone in to do it. Their workmen can have access to it as often as they like. Otherwise I'll get it done when I have the other hedges done. They don't want to pay for it, but they want me to trim a hedge that I can't see every couple of months for their benefit.
Car park politics. Last weekend. We have just moved into a close with about 20 houses. For unpacking, we parked a Luton van by the back door of our garden, which opens onto a visitors bay, which in turn is edged on one side by a dividing wall, and two garages on the other. Nice and snug and meant the van was out of the way of the main close so people can come and go without having to go around it.
The chap who lives opposite this bay decided to park his Polo and work van more or less nose to tail with the van, blocking both it and his door. Despite their being enough space outside his garage; it's a type built into the ground floor of a townhouse style thing. Which would have been easier for him to park, and easier for me to get out. Leaving me stuck and unable to do another trip back to the old house for the rest of the day. I may buy some obscenely large commercial vehicle on a permanent basis to irritate him. Possibly park it outside their front door and get some offensive signage put on its side.
The chap who lives opposite this bay decided to park his Polo and work van more or less nose to tail with the van, blocking both it and his door. Despite their being enough space outside his garage; it's a type built into the ground floor of a townhouse style thing. Which would have been easier for him to park, and easier for me to get out. Leaving me stuck and unable to do another trip back to the old house for the rest of the day. I may buy some obscenely large commercial vehicle on a permanent basis to irritate him. Possibly park it outside their front door and get some offensive signage put on its side.
The Crack Fox said:
Old people often go nuts, don't they?
My Grandad's neighbour was as old as him. My Grandad, for some reason, put up fake CCTV (sub BluePeter quality, and he needed a grown up to help with cutting out, thanks to his arthritic fingers). Old boy opposite took offence and threw stones at it. Grandad made more fake cameras, bog rolls painted black, essentially. Old boy bought a catapult and took pot shots at them. Grandad went round to beat him up. He's an ex coal miner with big fists. But he was knocking 90. The other old boy was also a bit handy, back in the day (1940's) and gave as good as he got. The Police turned up and (according to my Granny) couldn't separate them for laughing, they had a combined age of approaching 200. Both got a caution, my Grandad for trying to grab the young copper's radio off him. Both protagonists are now dead, probably scrapping at the pearly gates
Great story, esp the approaching 200 bit My Grandad's neighbour was as old as him. My Grandad, for some reason, put up fake CCTV (sub BluePeter quality, and he needed a grown up to help with cutting out, thanks to his arthritic fingers). Old boy opposite took offence and threw stones at it. Grandad made more fake cameras, bog rolls painted black, essentially. Old boy bought a catapult and took pot shots at them. Grandad went round to beat him up. He's an ex coal miner with big fists. But he was knocking 90. The other old boy was also a bit handy, back in the day (1940's) and gave as good as he got. The Police turned up and (according to my Granny) couldn't separate them for laughing, they had a combined age of approaching 200. Both got a caution, my Grandad for trying to grab the young copper's radio off him. Both protagonists are now dead, probably scrapping at the pearly gates
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