Odd things your neighbours do?
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Oakey said:
This is a long one so apologies.
A few pages ago I mentioned the neighbour who puts the bins out.
We've now moved into our new place properly and I was somewhat surprised he's not really the neighbour. His house is round the corner from ours and on the other side of an alley behind our house.
I was at work but he introduced himself to my girlfriend. "I do all the bins around here, and the hedges" he told her.
Sure enough, we'd unpack stuff, put the packaging out in the bins and the next morning it would all be gone.
This was odd, because it wasn't even bin day.
Then Wednesday morning, my girlfriend went to put something in the bin and he appeared from nowhere, no sooner had she stepped outside.
"i've removed all the bags of polystyrene you put out and distributed them amongst all the other houses bins" he says.
She was mortified, worried what on earth the neighbours would think about our rubbish in their bins.
The landlord says he's harmless and this is just what he does, and my mate who lives two doors up says the same but it's creeping my girlfriend out. She says she'll go out in the morning and he's suddenly there, like he's been watching and waiting for her to appear.
Thursday morning she was getting in her car and he says "don't park there*, park round the corner, it's safer".
The crazy went up a notch yesterday, however.
We had a lot of cardboard from stuff we'd bought for the house and had collapsed it flat and stuck as much of it in the paper bag as possible, then put the bag and a load more squashed cardboard out by the bins.
We went to bed at 1am and it was still at the side of the house. When we woke up at around 7.30am it had gone, which was odd as we were sure the bins hadn't even been collected yet.
Later that night she went to put something in the garden waste bin and shouts me out.
There in the bin is the paper bag.
"What?" I ask.
"open it" she says
So i open it up, and there inside it is all the cardboard packaging we'd put out. All neatly cut into 6inch squared pieces. Hundreds of them. Like some sort of cardboard Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
We've only been living here four days.
GTF out of there !A few pages ago I mentioned the neighbour who puts the bins out.
We've now moved into our new place properly and I was somewhat surprised he's not really the neighbour. His house is round the corner from ours and on the other side of an alley behind our house.
I was at work but he introduced himself to my girlfriend. "I do all the bins around here, and the hedges" he told her.
Sure enough, we'd unpack stuff, put the packaging out in the bins and the next morning it would all be gone.
This was odd, because it wasn't even bin day.
Then Wednesday morning, my girlfriend went to put something in the bin and he appeared from nowhere, no sooner had she stepped outside.
"i've removed all the bags of polystyrene you put out and distributed them amongst all the other houses bins" he says.
She was mortified, worried what on earth the neighbours would think about our rubbish in their bins.
The landlord says he's harmless and this is just what he does, and my mate who lives two doors up says the same but it's creeping my girlfriend out. She says she'll go out in the morning and he's suddenly there, like he's been watching and waiting for her to appear.
Thursday morning she was getting in her car and he says "don't park there*, park round the corner, it's safer".
- There being right outside the house on the main road.
The crazy went up a notch yesterday, however.
We had a lot of cardboard from stuff we'd bought for the house and had collapsed it flat and stuck as much of it in the paper bag as possible, then put the bag and a load more squashed cardboard out by the bins.
We went to bed at 1am and it was still at the side of the house. When we woke up at around 7.30am it had gone, which was odd as we were sure the bins hadn't even been collected yet.
Later that night she went to put something in the garden waste bin and shouts me out.
There in the bin is the paper bag.
"What?" I ask.
"open it" she says
So i open it up, and there inside it is all the cardboard packaging we'd put out. All neatly cut into 6inch squared pieces. Hundreds of them. Like some sort of cardboard Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
We've only been living here four days.
Edited by Oakey on Saturday 11th July 13:25
Our neighbours defecate in their garden, well not really a garden, more a piece of undeveloped wasteland that they've adopted as home after the bin enclosure they inhabited was knocked down. They're foreign so maybe that's part of their cultural tradition. Live and let live I say, but it's a bit off putting when you're having say a barbecue outside and the wind's blowing the wrong way !
Edited by daytona365 on Saturday 11th July 13:56
I had something similar. We had a garden that backed onto a garden owned by a house a few doors down (accessed by a footpath). The owner had a large Alsatian dog. The owner set about removing every living thing from the garden (including any branches of tree that overhung her plot) until it was a piece of barren earth. The dog would defecate in this desert and the owner would pile the dog poo in one corner (thankfully at the opposite end from us but close to some other neighbours). Their gardens became uninhabitable.
The owner was from the Indian subcontinent so I did wonder if it was a cultural thing (I concluded that it was more of a bats
t crazy thing). I was never brave enough to ask why she was doing it though in case she decided that the dog st pile would look better heaped against my garden wall.
The owner was from the Indian subcontinent so I did wonder if it was a cultural thing (I concluded that it was more of a bats
t crazy thing). I was never brave enough to ask why she was doing it though in case she decided that the dog st pile would look better heaped against my garden wall. Edited by AstonZagato on Saturday 11th July 14:04
Having lived on a street for years with no designated parking I used to wonder how on earth people had issues with this as I nearly always got the spot outside my house (small side street in SW London with a dead end) but now I am spending half the month at my girlfriends I feel the pain of others!
The communal parking is a nightmare - I parked her car next to some old guys Toyota Aygo last night and he went mental! Came running out of the front door to the apartments (he must have seen me parking) and started shouting and effing and blinding that he wouldn't be able to open his door properly to get in. Then ten minutes later when I was nipping out to the shops some woman appeared from nowhere and said to ignore him and that I could park wherever I wanted. Fast forward to this morning and she starts having a go as I'm in "her" space! There's a row of parking opposite the car park that is free, I will be sticking the car there from now on.
The communal parking is a nightmare - I parked her car next to some old guys Toyota Aygo last night and he went mental! Came running out of the front door to the apartments (he must have seen me parking) and started shouting and effing and blinding that he wouldn't be able to open his door properly to get in. Then ten minutes later when I was nipping out to the shops some woman appeared from nowhere and said to ignore him and that I could park wherever I wanted. Fast forward to this morning and she starts having a go as I'm in "her" space! There's a row of parking opposite the car park that is free, I will be sticking the car there from now on.
Here's another good one.
Prior to getting this place we lived with the girlfriends parents. Their neighbour is a bit of an alcy who also has a large van that he uses for work.
He said to us if we needed to move anything just let him know and he'll move stuff in his van.
We were grateful for the offer but didn't want to be indebted to him plus we were planning on hiring a van so we could move stuff at our own leisure.
So we hire a van from enterprise and the guy next door comes round and says "why have you hired a van? I told you I'd give you a hand!" and leaves in a bit of a huff.
We woke up the next morning and the van conveniently had a flat tyre
Prior to getting this place we lived with the girlfriends parents. Their neighbour is a bit of an alcy who also has a large van that he uses for work.
He said to us if we needed to move anything just let him know and he'll move stuff in his van.
We were grateful for the offer but didn't want to be indebted to him plus we were planning on hiring a van so we could move stuff at our own leisure.
So we hire a van from enterprise and the guy next door comes round and says "why have you hired a van? I told you I'd give you a hand!" and leaves in a bit of a huff.
We woke up the next morning and the van conveniently had a flat tyre
Agreed.
This isn't anywhere near as entertaining as some stories above, but still mystifies me!
I live in a 9 floor apartment building, however the lift only goes to 8th floor and then there are stairs to the 9th floor where I live with one other neighbour. At the top of the stairs is a security door, which has a light on an auto sensor so it's easy to unlock at night, as the keypad isn't lit.
Anyway, I only recently moved there, but every time I come back late at night the light has been switched off, by whom I can only assume is our neighbour. The weird thing is the tiny switch to switch it off or on is on the ceiling by the light, which is about 4 metres high, and requires using a ladder to do. Every time I knock at the neighbours to ask, they are out. But from what I've seen previous to this, they are a normal, young successful couple. I simply can't figure out why, every night they get a ladder out, to switch off the auto light that could only be activated when either them or us come home!?!?
I live in a 9 floor apartment building, however the lift only goes to 8th floor and then there are stairs to the 9th floor where I live with one other neighbour. At the top of the stairs is a security door, which has a light on an auto sensor so it's easy to unlock at night, as the keypad isn't lit.
Anyway, I only recently moved there, but every time I come back late at night the light has been switched off, by whom I can only assume is our neighbour. The weird thing is the tiny switch to switch it off or on is on the ceiling by the light, which is about 4 metres high, and requires using a ladder to do. Every time I knock at the neighbours to ask, they are out. But from what I've seen previous to this, they are a normal, young successful couple. I simply can't figure out why, every night they get a ladder out, to switch off the auto light that could only be activated when either them or us come home!?!?
Shaolin said:
Oakey said:
We now suspect they were burning all their important mail rather than putting it out with the rubbish and left it for us to do the same
Have a bit of a rake through the ashes for bone fragments, you know, just in case this story is not quite what happened.....
Can you hear banjo playing yet?
Chisinau said:
This isn't anywhere near as entertaining as some stories above, but still mystifies me!
I live in a 9 floor apartment building, however the lift only goes to 8th floor and then there are stairs to the 9th floor where I live with one other neighbour. At the top of the stairs is a security door, which has a light on an auto sensor so it's easy to unlock at night, as the keypad isn't lit.
Anyway, I only recently moved there, but every time I come back late at night the light has been switched off, by whom I can only assume is our neighbour. The weird thing is the tiny switch to switch it off or on is on the ceiling by the light, which is about 4 metres high, and requires using a ladder to do. Every time I knock at the neighbours to ask, they are out. But from what I've seen previous to this, they are a normal, young successful couple. I simply can't figure out why, every night they get a ladder out, to switch off the auto light that could only be activated when either them or us come home!?!?
I use a stick I live in a 9 floor apartment building, however the lift only goes to 8th floor and then there are stairs to the 9th floor where I live with one other neighbour. At the top of the stairs is a security door, which has a light on an auto sensor so it's easy to unlock at night, as the keypad isn't lit.
Anyway, I only recently moved there, but every time I come back late at night the light has been switched off, by whom I can only assume is our neighbour. The weird thing is the tiny switch to switch it off or on is on the ceiling by the light, which is about 4 metres high, and requires using a ladder to do. Every time I knock at the neighbours to ask, they are out. But from what I've seen previous to this, they are a normal, young successful couple. I simply can't figure out why, every night they get a ladder out, to switch off the auto light that could only be activated when either them or us come home!?!?
has it pissed you off yet??
My neighbours don't like cats. We have four of them.
I've seen my neighbour run to the back of the garden with a hose trying to get one of them. My cat just looked at him with a look of 'what the fk are you doing?'
They've put up some kind of anti cat things on the fence, doesn't work.
They've now got pop up cats in the garden...
Hard to explain. Hopefully the photo shows them.
I'm hoping I see one of mine taking a huge st next to one.
I've seen my neighbour run to the back of the garden with a hose trying to get one of them. My cat just looked at him with a look of 'what the f
k are you doing?' They've put up some kind of anti cat things on the fence, doesn't work.
They've now got pop up cats in the garden...
Hard to explain. Hopefully the photo shows them.
I'm hoping I see one of mine taking a huge s
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