Odd things your neighbours do?
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DRFC1879 said:
Cotty said:
DRFC1879 said:
I had similar neighbours. Lovely lasses but they moved out when they won the lottery jackpot. As I'd always helped them out with odd jobs etc. they said they'd like to give me a parting gift and asked if there was anything I particularly wanted. They gave me a very nice Tag Carrera but it's not quite what I asked for...
Does it help to mention they were lesbians?I've posted about the oddball that lives behind me a few times on here but wanted to see if you think a particular thing is odd or normal.
His wife understandably left him some time ago and took the two kids, they visit weekly, one of them is really into football, she plays in a team with my god-daughter. Because he's added an extension, a series of garden structures and various other things to his already small garden the space for football is very limited. As posted before he dug under the fence between our gardens so I could have the corner of one of the goals to give more room in theirs, this also means the net touches the fence and does nothing to slow the ball.
Anyway that's me just setting the scene a little.
Because she's so into football she has about 6 full size balls, they come over into my garden on a frequent basis and if I'm in I return them promptly, usually within 10 minutes or if I'm out when I get back.
However if I'm slightly slower in returning one of the balls he sends the child around the length of the development to my house to knock and ask for the ball back, often by the time she arrives I've already thrown it back over.
But this keeps on happening, I have what I consider to be an excellent track record of returning balls but they treat me as though I'm collecting them to sell them on eBay.
Given the number of spare balls available it's not as though she has to stop playing football if one comes over.
Anyway I find it odd, maybe that's what football types are like.
Our neighbours on/off boyfriend, who currently has some kind of order to prevent him from seeing her, is currently outside strimming her overgrown front garden (pnarr). Obviously he is trying not to be recognised, so is wearing a big hi viz jacket (with SECURITY emblazoned across the back) with the collar turned up, a baseball cap, goggles and a face mask. It is rather warm outside to say the least 
Idiot has parked his huge Merc Sprinter round the corner too
Idiot has parked his huge Merc Sprinter round the corner too thetapeworm said:
I've posted about the oddball that lives behind me a few times on here but wanted to see if you think a particular thing is odd or normal.
His wife understandably left him some time ago and took the two kids, they visit weekly, one of them is really into football, she plays in a team with my god-daughter. Because he's added an extension, a series of garden structures and various other things to his already small garden the space for football is very limited. As posted before he dug under the fence between our gardens so I could have the corner of one of the goals to give more room in theirs, this also means the net touches the fence and does nothing to slow the ball.
Anyway that's me just setting the scene a little.
Because she's so into football she has about 6 full size balls, they come over into my garden on a frequent basis and if I'm in I return them promptly, usually within 10 minutes or if I'm out when I get back.
However if I'm slightly slower in returning one of the balls he sends the child around the length of the development to my house to knock and ask for the ball back, often by the time she arrives I've already thrown it back over.
But this keeps on happening, I have what I consider to be an excellent track record of returning balls but they treat me as though I'm collecting them to sell them on eBay.
Given the number of spare balls available it's not as though she has to stop playing football if one comes over.
Anyway I find it odd, maybe that's what football types are like.
Perhaps time for a story about my parents' house. There were kids at the bottom of the garden who kept kicking the ball over and they would climb over the fence to retrieve it. Slightly annoying but all good - they were just kids - and it was a good mile or so round trip to get from their front door to ours.His wife understandably left him some time ago and took the two kids, they visit weekly, one of them is really into football, she plays in a team with my god-daughter. Because he's added an extension, a series of garden structures and various other things to his already small garden the space for football is very limited. As posted before he dug under the fence between our gardens so I could have the corner of one of the goals to give more room in theirs, this also means the net touches the fence and does nothing to slow the ball.
Anyway that's me just setting the scene a little.
Because she's so into football she has about 6 full size balls, they come over into my garden on a frequent basis and if I'm in I return them promptly, usually within 10 minutes or if I'm out when I get back.
However if I'm slightly slower in returning one of the balls he sends the child around the length of the development to my house to knock and ask for the ball back, often by the time she arrives I've already thrown it back over.
But this keeps on happening, I have what I consider to be an excellent track record of returning balls but they treat me as though I'm collecting them to sell them on eBay.
Given the number of spare balls available it's not as though she has to stop playing football if one comes over.
Anyway I find it odd, maybe that's what football types are like.
However, our next door neighbour was Rt Hon Sir Rhodes Boyson. He was a junior minister for Northern Ireland and his wife's car registration had been found in the possession of an IRA hit squad. He therefore had 24h armed protection. We knew the police protection team well.
One day, one of them knocked on the door, white as a sheet. My mum sat him down and gave him some tea, and he explained what had just happened.
The Boyson's intruder alarm had gone off - there was someone in the back garden. Gun drawn, he rushed around to the back. He surveyed the garden but there was no-one there. He then saw a bush at the back move - there was someone behind it. He leveled the gun at the bush and shouted "armed police". At that moment, another figure started running from behind another bush. He turned, aimed and flicked off the safety.
It was one of the two kids - they'd both jumped in to find their ball. He swore that he was squeezing the trigger as he realised it was a kid.
The kids were told they had to walk around and knock from now on
My old neighbours kids were always doing this, if I was in the garden I would launch them back.
Quite polite when they wanted the ball back wouldn't even say hello back otherwise but hey ho.
What wasn't so hot was during lockdown I was away from the house for a couple of weeks, came back and the top of a brick gate post had been smashed on the floor.
Little buggers had obviously stood on it getting their ball back and toppled it.
Not so much the damage but had the slab landed on one of them they wouldn't have been playing football for a while.
Quite polite when they wanted the ball back wouldn't even say hello back otherwise but hey ho.
What wasn't so hot was during lockdown I was away from the house for a couple of weeks, came back and the top of a brick gate post had been smashed on the floor.
Little buggers had obviously stood on it getting their ball back and toppled it.
Not so much the damage but had the slab landed on one of them they wouldn't have been playing football for a while.
thetapeworm said:
I've posted about the oddball that lives behind me a few times on here but wanted to see if you think a particular thing is odd or normal.
His wife understandably left him some time ago and took the two kids, they visit weekly, one of them is really into football, she plays in a team with my god-daughter. Because he's added an extension, a series of garden structures and various other things to his already small garden the space for football is very limited. As posted before he dug under the fence between our gardens so I could have the corner of one of the goals to give more room in theirs, this also means the net touches the fence and does nothing to slow the ball.
Anyway that's me just setting the scene a little.
Because she's so into football she has about 6 full size balls, they come over into my garden on a frequent basis and if I'm in I return them promptly, usually within 10 minutes or if I'm out when I get back.
However if I'm slightly slower in returning one of the balls he sends the child around the length of the development to my house to knock and ask for the ball back, often by the time she arrives I've already thrown it back over.
But this keeps on happening, I have what I consider to be an excellent track record of returning balls but they treat me as though I'm collecting them to sell them on eBay.
Given the number of spare balls available it's not as though she has to stop playing football if one comes over.
Anyway I find it odd, maybe that's what football types are like.
Or get yourself a dogHis wife understandably left him some time ago and took the two kids, they visit weekly, one of them is really into football, she plays in a team with my god-daughter. Because he's added an extension, a series of garden structures and various other things to his already small garden the space for football is very limited. As posted before he dug under the fence between our gardens so I could have the corner of one of the goals to give more room in theirs, this also means the net touches the fence and does nothing to slow the ball.
Anyway that's me just setting the scene a little.
Because she's so into football she has about 6 full size balls, they come over into my garden on a frequent basis and if I'm in I return them promptly, usually within 10 minutes or if I'm out when I get back.
However if I'm slightly slower in returning one of the balls he sends the child around the length of the development to my house to knock and ask for the ball back, often by the time she arrives I've already thrown it back over.
But this keeps on happening, I have what I consider to be an excellent track record of returning balls but they treat me as though I'm collecting them to sell them on eBay.
Given the number of spare balls available it's not as though she has to stop playing football if one comes over.
Anyway I find it odd, maybe that's what football types are like.
Neighbours on the left are lovely and the kids just as nice. Balls and shuttlecocks end up in my back garden quite frequently but never a bother, they know they'll be chucked back over at some stage. At the weekend though they had family round so extra kids, extra balls flying over the fence... after about the 8th time of dinking them back over the fence I asked if the two lads get pocket money whilst they gave it the "Thanks! Sorry! Won't happen again!" spiel.
"Sometimes, why?"
I asked if they had seen the Cadbury's advert where the old fella gets a bar of chocolate chucked over and they froze at the mention of parting with their non-hard earned pennies. Haven't seen a ball since! Nor have I seen any chocolate!
"Sometimes, why?"
I asked if they had seen the Cadbury's advert where the old fella gets a bar of chocolate chucked over and they froze at the mention of parting with their non-hard earned pennies. Haven't seen a ball since! Nor have I seen any chocolate!
My Dad fell out with one of our next door neighbours when I was a small kid, not sure what the argument was about. Anyway, we played with tennis balls in the garden a lot, and it was well known that any going over Mr Mason's fence would not be coming back, because he was a Nasty Old Man. My Mum was a tennis coach, and we always had plenty of old balls to play with, so it didn't matter much.
Many years later we were playing cricket with a real cricket ball, and it went over his fence. As it was our only real ball, and I was by then old enough to have developed some courage, I went next door and knocked. Mr Mason turned out to be reasonably friendly, and said he'd throw it back, and "did I want the other balls too?" Yep, it turns out he had 10 years worth of stray tennis balls in a bag in his shed, must have been 30 or 40 of them. Apparently he was just waiting to be asked.
Many years later we were playing cricket with a real cricket ball, and it went over his fence. As it was our only real ball, and I was by then old enough to have developed some courage, I went next door and knocked. Mr Mason turned out to be reasonably friendly, and said he'd throw it back, and "did I want the other balls too?" Yep, it turns out he had 10 years worth of stray tennis balls in a bag in his shed, must have been 30 or 40 of them. Apparently he was just waiting to be asked.
AstonZagato said:
thetapeworm said:
I've posted about the oddball that lives behind me a few times on here but wanted to see if you think a particular thing is odd or normal.
His wife understandably left him some time ago and took the two kids, they visit weekly, one of them is really into football, she plays in a team with my god-daughter. Because he's added an extension, a series of garden structures and various other things to his already small garden the space for football is very limited. As posted before he dug under the fence between our gardens so I could have the corner of one of the goals to give more room in theirs, this also means the net touches the fence and does nothing to slow the ball.
Anyway that's me just setting the scene a little.
Because she's so into football she has about 6 full size balls, they come over into my garden on a frequent basis and if I'm in I return them promptly, usually within 10 minutes or if I'm out when I get back.
However if I'm slightly slower in returning one of the balls he sends the child around the length of the development to my house to knock and ask for the ball back, often by the time she arrives I've already thrown it back over.
But this keeps on happening, I have what I consider to be an excellent track record of returning balls but they treat me as though I'm collecting them to sell them on eBay.
Given the number of spare balls available it's not as though she has to stop playing football if one comes over.
Anyway I find it odd, maybe that's what football types are like.
Perhaps time for a story about my parents' house. There were kids at the bottom of the garden who kept kicking the ball over and they would climb over the fence to retrieve it. Slightly annoying but all good - they were just kids - and it was a good mile or so round trip to get from their front door to ours.His wife understandably left him some time ago and took the two kids, they visit weekly, one of them is really into football, she plays in a team with my god-daughter. Because he's added an extension, a series of garden structures and various other things to his already small garden the space for football is very limited. As posted before he dug under the fence between our gardens so I could have the corner of one of the goals to give more room in theirs, this also means the net touches the fence and does nothing to slow the ball.
Anyway that's me just setting the scene a little.
Because she's so into football she has about 6 full size balls, they come over into my garden on a frequent basis and if I'm in I return them promptly, usually within 10 minutes or if I'm out when I get back.
However if I'm slightly slower in returning one of the balls he sends the child around the length of the development to my house to knock and ask for the ball back, often by the time she arrives I've already thrown it back over.
But this keeps on happening, I have what I consider to be an excellent track record of returning balls but they treat me as though I'm collecting them to sell them on eBay.
Given the number of spare balls available it's not as though she has to stop playing football if one comes over.
Anyway I find it odd, maybe that's what football types are like.
However, our next door neighbour was Rt Hon Sir Rhodes Boyson. He was a junior minister for Northern Ireland and his wife's car registration had been found in the possession of an IRA hit squad. He therefore had 24h armed protection. We knew the police protection team well.
One day, one of them knocked on the door, white as a sheet. My mum sat him down and gave him some tea, and he explained what had just happened.
The Boyson's intruder alarm had gone off - there was someone in the back garden. Gun drawn, he rushed around to the back. He surveyed the garden but there was no-one there. He then saw a bush at the back move - there was someone behind it. He leveled the gun at the bush and shouted "armed police". At that moment, another figure started running from behind another bush. He turned, aimed and flicked off the safety.
It was one of the two kids - they'd both jumped in to find their ball. He swore that he was squeezing the trigger as he realised it was a kid.
The kids were told they had to walk around and knock from now on
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OV1fq75aWtY
outnumbered said:
My Dad fell out with one of our next door neighbours when I was a small kid, not sure what the argument was about. Anyway, we played with tennis balls in the garden a lot, and it was well known that any going over Mr Mason's fence would not be coming back, because he was a Nasty Old Man. My Mum was a tennis coach, and we always had plenty of old balls to play with, so it didn't matter much.
Many years later we were playing cricket with a real cricket ball, and it went over his fence. As it was our only real ball, and I was by then old enough to have developed some courage, I went next door and knocked. Mr Mason turned out to be reasonably friendly, and said he'd throw it back, and "did I want the other balls too?" Yep, it turns out he had 10 years worth of stray tennis balls in a bag in his shed, must have been 30 or 40 of them. Apparently he was just waiting to be asked.
Many years later we were playing cricket with a real cricket ball, and it went over his fence. As it was our only real ball, and I was by then old enough to have developed some courage, I went next door and knocked. Mr Mason turned out to be reasonably friendly, and said he'd throw it back, and "did I want the other balls too?" Yep, it turns out he had 10 years worth of stray tennis balls in a bag in his shed, must have been 30 or 40 of them. Apparently he was just waiting to be asked.
When I was a kid my pals and I used to constantly play football in my parents garden as it was huge and I had two of those duff little goal posts you could buy from Argos. One day I missed a shot and it went straight through the fence into the neighbours garden and the fence was my parents responsibility and they ended up having to change all 11 or 12 panels and it cost them a few g's. My old man was not impressed :laugh
Poor old Rhodes. He was completely bamboozled by that interview.
He was quite a personable chap in real life - not the "hang 'em and flog 'em" type that you'd expect. A nice gentle sense of humour.. Dreadful self publicist though - he could bring into any conversation that he was not only an MP but also a minister. He also managed to fit "Rt Hon Sir Rhodes Boyson MP and Minister of the Crown" on the back of my passport photo when I needed to get it endorsed.
He sadly succumbed to dementia many years ago.
He was quite a personable chap in real life - not the "hang 'em and flog 'em" type that you'd expect. A nice gentle sense of humour.. Dreadful self publicist though - he could bring into any conversation that he was not only an MP but also a minister. He also managed to fit "Rt Hon Sir Rhodes Boyson MP and Minister of the Crown" on the back of my passport photo when I needed to get it endorsed.
He sadly succumbed to dementia many years ago.
brake fader said:
Ok this is going back to the 80s when i was young enough to be kicking balls into folks gardens, i kid thee not there was this bloke over the road from us that constructed a cross in his garden and nailed any balls to it he confiscated from the kids. proper weirdo he was.
What a guy!
Truly a man after my own heart. Where I come from there used to be a saying told to me by parents and grandparents "children should be seen and not heard" and that's how it should be.
Sadly there are no children near me so I don't get the opportunity to emulate Brake Fader's legend of a neighbour. If I had my way it'd be like that place in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and there'd be a child catcher; stick 'em all in Borstal til aged about 23 or so.
Saleen836 said:
I just told the kids next door to come round and retrieve any balls that end up in my garden,it's been a lot easier for them since lockdown as 2 fence panels rotted and removed that I havn't replaced yet
I'm imagining a garden fence akin to Shane MacGowan's teeth! :laugh"If you replaced the panels, though, the balls wouldn't get in to your garden
Dog Star said:
What a guy!
Truly a man after my own heart. Where I come from there used to be a saying told to me by parents and grandparents "children should be seen and not heard" and that's how it should be.
Sadly there are no children near me so I don't get the opportunity to emulate Brake Fader's legend of a neighbour. If I had my way it'd be like that place in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and there'd be a child catcher; stick 'em all in Borstal til aged about 23 or so.
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