*stress*
The upstairs neighbour is arguing with the lady who owns the cornershop - and the nice lady next door has gotten involved. It's all because the cornershop alsatien, Max, is obsessed with Indigo, and hangs around my front door, and apparently, he shat there. Wanker upstairs is shouting "this isn't istanbul, this isn't the countyside, this is civilisation" (nice bit of casual racisim there, he's bulgarian, btw) and threatening to get a gun and shoot Max.
Apart from wanting to go out and tell them all to shut up (and perhaps suggesting the cornershop get Max neutered, which is half the problem, that and he doesn't get enough exercise) I don't like the idea of him owning a gun. He's enough of a tit without being an armed tit. He barged his way into my house a few months back, when Boy Wonder was here, because the outside drain in my back garden was blocked; I'd been at college all day, so hadn't noticed. He then bitched and complained; it makes no damn difference to him, except it's *his* waste water that goes into it. And his wife and daughters' hair that makes it block (although admittedly, the fig tree dropping its leaves in the drain doesn't help). Not to mention the fuss we had when my ceiling started leaking for the third time (after he fixed it twice).
I hate my neighbour. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone else on the street is so friendly, and it's a pretty ok area, I'd move.
Apart from wanting to go out and tell them all to shut up (and perhaps suggesting the cornershop get Max neutered, which is half the problem, that and he doesn't get enough exercise) I don't like the idea of him owning a gun. He's enough of a tit without being an armed tit. He barged his way into my house a few months back, when Boy Wonder was here, because the outside drain in my back garden was blocked; I'd been at college all day, so hadn't noticed. He then bitched and complained; it makes no damn difference to him, except it's *his* waste water that goes into it. And his wife and daughters' hair that makes it block (although admittedly, the fig tree dropping its leaves in the drain doesn't help). Not to mention the fuss we had when my ceiling started leaking for the third time (after he fixed it twice).
I hate my neighbour. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone else on the street is so friendly, and it's a pretty ok area, I'd move.