My neighbour, the one who belly laughs at his neighbour, buys us a bottle of whisky every month since 1983.
It's a thank you for 'Looking after his house' while he goes to his caravan once a month for the weekend.
We don't like whisky and always give it away and we're too nice to ask for something else
Jesus, glad it's nothing like that. I guess I'll count myself luckyGreenery that engulfed a house owned by 'recluse' is finally cut back
A Ramsgate home that was overcome by greenery has been partially cleared - revealing a treasure trove of vehicles including a van, car and even a boat in the front garden.www.dailymail.co.uk
Think yourself lucky - make sure you check the middle picture as the top one is after a load of work was done
Is that a metaphor or euphemism?On a street of around five houses, I'm easily dragging the average age of the street down, so the most out there things i've seen the neighbours doing was furiously re-arranging plant pots in their back garden..
They let their yappy little old blind dog out at 6:30am every day and let it wander round the garden barking at everything - this goes on for a few hours until they decide it's time for her to come in. None of us like it but don't have the balls to speak to them about it!
Well Alan sounds like a ****Our first neighbour when I moved out and we got our first place was a right piece of work. We had a shared driveway and every night he'd bring out a large piece of plywood and hang it from the wing mirror supposedly to stop me opening my door and smashing into his (which I never did there was quite a bit of space!). Eventually he got a new car, a week later a bloke down the road got a similar car so he made A3 sized signs up saying "I got mine first" and blu tacked them to the inside of his windows. One winter our side fence blew over into his garden and I was woken up by his grunting trying to push it over into ours, I went to see him about it getting fixed and if he wanted to split the cost and he chased me out of his house trying to hit me with a long metal ladel he grabbed off the wall. When the Mrs was 7 months pregnant he cornered her and started yelling in her face about why we haven't fixed our fence yet, whilst kicking the remaining bit of fence down.
His name was Alan and to this day I take an immediate dislike to all Alan's. For the first year after moving I was motivated enough to sign his address up to various junk mail site mainly ladies fashion catalogues, hearing aids and adult nappies samples etc, hopefully it caused him some anxiety.
Our neighbours where we moved too are absolutely fantastic, although elderly so at some point we'll be at the mercy of luck again.
Is that a metaphor or euphemism?
Another one springs to mind at an old house springs to mind.
A neighbour called the police on us after they just moved in after their kids kicked two footballs over our fence which the dog thought was Christmas day and proceeded to rip them apart. When said neighbour popped around to claim them back she went off on one and started claiming criminal damage. The Bobby told her to get a grip
This is just awesome! Shame he had to cut it downGreenery that engulfed a house owned by 'recluse' is finally cut back
A Ramsgate home that was overcome by greenery has been partially cleared - revealing a treasure trove of vehicles including a van, car and even a boat in the front garden.www.dailymail.co.uk
Think yourself lucky - make sure you check the middle picture as the top one is after a load of work was done