Odd things your neighbours do?
Discussion
carguy45 said:
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
Well that’s what you told the court I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
carguy45 said:
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
Then the new occupier moved in to your apartment and on the very first day went over to said house to tell the occupants who immediately came to the conclusion that you'd been watching them and pleasuring yourself over their scatalogical happenings for a year. I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
DRFC1879 said:
carguy45 said:
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
Then the new occupier moved in to your apartment and on the very first day went over to said house to tell the occupants who immediately came to the conclusion that you'd been watching them and pleasuring yourself over their scatalogical happenings for a year. I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
I used to work for a firm that looked after the office plants of a record company in Fulham every two weeks I was covering for the usual guy one day, and he said, "I advise filling your watering cans up in the top floor kitchen at just about bang on 0745. When you do so, look at the windows opposite".
This kitchen window looked out of the back of the building, across some flat roofs to the back windows of a row of houses behind.
Sure enough, bang on 0745, the curtains of one window were flung open by a buxom blonde, stark naked, who proceeded to wander round the room for a minute or two before grabbing a dressing gown and wandering out of the room.
Apparently this was my colleague's treat every two weeks, and she appeared to be entirely oblivious that anyone could see her.
This kitchen window looked out of the back of the building, across some flat roofs to the back windows of a row of houses behind.
Sure enough, bang on 0745, the curtains of one window were flung open by a buxom blonde, stark naked, who proceeded to wander round the room for a minute or two before grabbing a dressing gown and wandering out of the room.
Apparently this was my colleague's treat every two weeks, and she appeared to be entirely oblivious that anyone could see her.
2 or 3 years back, my niece asked me to give her a ride to Stansted Airport for an early flight.
I got up at 04.45, brushed my teeth, and decide to take a shower when I got back.
Leaving the light off, I cracked the blinds in my bedroom, and at that moment the light in the top floor bedroom of the house opposite came on.
I couldn’t help but glance over, a Belgian couple in their thirties rented the place, and the woman came in to the room, curtains open, wearing just a black G-String.
She opened a wardrobe, took something out, then disappeared to another room.
I set my phone for 04.40 for 3 nights on the spin after that, but she never did it again, I was gutted.
I got up at 04.45, brushed my teeth, and decide to take a shower when I got back.
Leaving the light off, I cracked the blinds in my bedroom, and at that moment the light in the top floor bedroom of the house opposite came on.
I couldn’t help but glance over, a Belgian couple in their thirties rented the place, and the woman came in to the room, curtains open, wearing just a black G-String.
She opened a wardrobe, took something out, then disappeared to another room.
I set my phone for 04.40 for 3 nights on the spin after that, but she never did it again, I was gutted.
xstian said:
Europa1 said:
bimsb6 said:
PAULJ5555 said:
xstian said:
My neighbour has emptied the crap out of there garage, by piling it up in the garden and moved a couple in there late 20's into it. The woman also looks to be pregnant.
Report to council, not a fit place for a baby.I did hear a baby crying over there yesterday though, but only once.
I'm pretty sure there's no baby in there, thankfully.
xstian said:
Still have a couple living in the garage next door. It must be getting pretty cold in there now, no heating and the electricity is from an extension lead from the house.
I'm pretty sure there's no baby in there, thankfully.
Sounds like a modern-day nativity play. Is the garage part of the house? I don't think it's illegal unless it's a garden/shed. I mean you could live in the kitchen or any other room if you wanted to.I'm pretty sure there's no baby in there, thankfully.
xstian said:
xstian said:
Europa1 said:
bimsb6 said:
PAULJ5555 said:
xstian said:
My neighbour has emptied the crap out of there garage, by piling it up in the garden and moved a couple in there late 20's into it. The woman also looks to be pregnant.
Report to council, not a fit place for a baby.I did hear a baby crying over there yesterday though, but only once.
I'm pretty sure there's no baby in there, thankfully.
Blown2CV said:
xstian said:
xstian said:
Europa1 said:
bimsb6 said:
PAULJ5555 said:
xstian said:
My neighbour has emptied the crap out of there garage, by piling it up in the garden and moved a couple in there late 20's into it. The woman also looks to be pregnant.
Report to council, not a fit place for a baby.I did hear a baby crying over there yesterday though, but only once.
I'm pretty sure there's no baby in there, thankfully.
Its actually a hair salon, so not even a house. The elderly women who runs the salon also lives in the salon. She speaks little to no English, but I believe she's from Brazil. I'm pretty sure she lives there with another couple, so 3 in total. The couple living in the garage are in there 20's, I've never spoken to them. So that's 5 people living between the salon and garage. None of these people are British nationals.
I'm pretty sure there's nothing dodgy like human trafficking going on.
carguy45 said:
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless.
Frosted glass is funny like that. When I lived in the uk a neighbour behind us had a similar thing. Frosted glass bathroom window that when the chubby blonde there would shower, promptly when crystal clear. That said she was not a fan of curtains, so I doubt would have been bothered if she knew.xstian said:
fido said:
Sounds like a modern-day nativity play. Is the garage part of the house? I don't think it's illegal unless it's a garden/shed. I mean you could live in the kitchen or any other room if you wanted to.
Its a detached garage at the bottom of the garden.https://www.bristol.gov.uk/housing/report-someone-...
Lazermilk said:
DRFC1879 said:
carguy45 said:
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
Then the new occupier moved in to your apartment and on the very first day went over to said house to tell the occupants who immediately came to the conclusion that you'd been watching them and pleasuring yourself over their scatalogical happenings for a year. I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
I'll ask, as nobody else has, you could see all that at 200 yards? Without some kind of scope/binoculars? At 200 yards you wouldn't see anything worth looking at no matter what they were doing.
Johnspex said:
Lazermilk said:
DRFC1879 said:
carguy45 said:
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
Then the new occupier moved in to your apartment and on the very first day went over to said house to tell the occupants who immediately came to the conclusion that you'd been watching them and pleasuring yourself over their scatalogical happenings for a year. I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
I'll ask, as nobody else has, you could see all that at 200 yards? Without some kind of scope/binoculars? At 200 yards you wouldn't see anything worth looking at no matter what they were doing.
I have a neighbour who is a bit odd but never been particular problematic but seems he's becoming somewhat cantankerous as he gets older.
We have a shared driveway between the properties with garages at the back but we also have parking in front of each property. I had a car which I had asked could be put in the middle, they don't use the garage and they said it was fine. He then started getting a bit funny, putting his wheelie bins in the way of the drive. I decided to put one of my cars into storage essentially leaving that shared part completely clear. He's still putting his bins in the way, every Sunday. Incidentally the only night my other half has to go to work and/or I come back from dropping my eldest home and every time have to move them out of the way!
Was speaking to the guy's neighbour on the other side and he ended up having words with him. There was bamboo planted in the back garden next door but one and as it does, it's made it's way over to my next door neighbours garden. My next door neighbour decided that despite it actually growing in his garden, he'd angrily cut it all down and throw the lot into his other neighbours garden. It's not overhanging, it's just spread and grown there.
Just seems that the guy has become more and more petty as he's getting older. I mean he's not yet 70 so not elderly as such and his wife by all accounts kicked off at him for doing what he did with the bamboo cuttings as she's far more reasonable.
People are weird!
We have a shared driveway between the properties with garages at the back but we also have parking in front of each property. I had a car which I had asked could be put in the middle, they don't use the garage and they said it was fine. He then started getting a bit funny, putting his wheelie bins in the way of the drive. I decided to put one of my cars into storage essentially leaving that shared part completely clear. He's still putting his bins in the way, every Sunday. Incidentally the only night my other half has to go to work and/or I come back from dropping my eldest home and every time have to move them out of the way!
Was speaking to the guy's neighbour on the other side and he ended up having words with him. There was bamboo planted in the back garden next door but one and as it does, it's made it's way over to my next door neighbours garden. My next door neighbour decided that despite it actually growing in his garden, he'd angrily cut it all down and throw the lot into his other neighbours garden. It's not overhanging, it's just spread and grown there.
Just seems that the guy has become more and more petty as he's getting older. I mean he's not yet 70 so not elderly as such and his wife by all accounts kicked off at him for doing what he did with the bamboo cuttings as she's far more reasonable.
People are weird!
drmike37 said:
Apparently one houses modern slaves in one’s garage, after luring them to the UK with promises of a better life. Take away their passports and threaten to have them deported if they make a fuss.
That’s what the training at work says.
I am tempted to ask where you work, what organisation gives you training in how to keep slaves?That’s what the training at work says.
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