My penis headed neighbours who have installed a miniature sun on their house.
Wait, we can use this as a neighbour rant thread?
1) The neighbour opposite who has a yappy dog and presumably works nights, thus leaving her lonely mutt to bark himself hoarse from 10pm to 1am
2) The neighbour behind me, whose entire family has to share one, slightly soiled, second hand brain between them, to the point where even their dog can outsmart them. The guy once stopped his car in the middle of the road to shout out the window at his wife (stood on the doorstep at 2pm on a Monday in a dressing gown, oh to be perpetually unemployed), the dog jumped out of the window of the car and he ran out to get it. Every time he got the dog back in the car it escaped again. By the end of it the car was still idling in the middle of the road with every single door and the boot wide open, three cars stuck behind it and me wondering how he manages to get dressed in the morning. On top of that every time they open the front door the bloody thing escapes, how many times does it need to happen before you adapt? This leads to a hour of crying kids and the Dad screaming "DAISY" (i mean who names a dog Daisy?) at the top of his voice.
3) The same neighbour who has his spot on the road outside his house and will park there even if there is someone parked opposite, making the road damn near impassable.
4) The neighbour who parks his van outside my window and then proceeds to have a hands free conversation, while stationery, at a volume that should allow whoever he's calling to hear him without the phone. Slightly more baffling is that I'm reasonably certain he's having an affair, and due the calls I'm pretty sure the rest of the street are reasonably certain too.
5) The neighbour with the kids who don't understand the concept of decibels and are turfed out at 8am of a morning, presumably because their parents hate them as much as I do.
Ahhhh, that feels better.
Honourable mention to my next door neighbour who will be on here shortly complaining about the sheer number of my packages she has to sign for, and the delightful Polish guy who is always polite and helped me push my car onto my drive a few weeks back when he saw me struggling.