The Joy of Neighbours
So I finally have some new neighbours. After the ubiquitous Mike first moved in we saw neither hide nor nair of him, but apparently he left quite a mess when he moved out. I was a bit wary of the new people at first, but they really took and interest in the yard and asked questions about garbage day. They are a slightly older couple (close to my parents age?) and complained a lot about the landlords who I have been informed before are slightly sketchy.
So then one evening a few days after they appeared they were sitting out at the umbrella table (As close as you can get to my house on the other side of the fence!) completely bombed out of their minds, and we had the same conversation 3 times (for their sake, obviously. And then we had the SAME conversation the next day when they had cleaned themselves up a bit.) and they informed me the are alcoholics, but are ready to change their ways. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My dad and stepmom have just moved in next door, addictions and pretensions and all.
In any case, they repeatedly told us just to let them know if they are being too loud, and offered us their weedwacker when I complimented their yard, so I figured they were an ok sort.
I think I was wrong. They have been sitting out their since before I came home from work, about 7pm, (with several guests including 2 toddlers)and of course I let the dogs out for a bit. The dogs were curious and Rummy started barking so I brought him back in. A half hour later I took them for a walk and left them in the yard to cool off before I fed them, and went to soak my feet which are a bit swollen. I could hear Rummers mouthing off again, but only for 5-10 mins before I went out and let them in. I made a joke with the neighb's but they coldly informed me my dog was 'tripping' (They are not African or native, so I disapprove of the vocabulary) and they could not even visit and began going on and on about how they always said to tell them if they were too loud and so on. It seems to me they are the people who know what to say so they can complain when they feel like it and you can't really argue.
I REALLY don't like those kind of people. If my dog is bugging you, tell me. Shout in my window if you don't want to go in the yard. Or go to the front door. Seriously, he was here first, you are the interloper he is adjusting to. He does not bark at people going past the house or at the neighbours on the other side.
I am kinda ranting. Maybe I am more bothered by the who addict thing then I thought. I just have an innate distrust of addicts, especially ones who put on airs. I'd rather talk to a bum on the street corner.
I am so tired. I don't care if this is offensive. Actually, I probably will care later. Let me know if you're offended and I can apologise to you like I did to the asshole neighbours.
So then one evening a few days after they appeared they were sitting out at the umbrella table (As close as you can get to my house on the other side of the fence!) completely bombed out of their minds, and we had the same conversation 3 times (for their sake, obviously. And then we had the SAME conversation the next day when they had cleaned themselves up a bit.) and they informed me the are alcoholics, but are ready to change their ways. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My dad and stepmom have just moved in next door, addictions and pretensions and all.
In any case, they repeatedly told us just to let them know if they are being too loud, and offered us their weedwacker when I complimented their yard, so I figured they were an ok sort.
I think I was wrong. They have been sitting out their since before I came home from work, about 7pm, (with several guests including 2 toddlers)and of course I let the dogs out for a bit. The dogs were curious and Rummy started barking so I brought him back in. A half hour later I took them for a walk and left them in the yard to cool off before I fed them, and went to soak my feet which are a bit swollen. I could hear Rummers mouthing off again, but only for 5-10 mins before I went out and let them in. I made a joke with the neighb's but they coldly informed me my dog was 'tripping' (They are not African or native, so I disapprove of the vocabulary) and they could not even visit and began going on and on about how they always said to tell them if they were too loud and so on. It seems to me they are the people who know what to say so they can complain when they feel like it and you can't really argue.
I REALLY don't like those kind of people. If my dog is bugging you, tell me. Shout in my window if you don't want to go in the yard. Or go to the front door. Seriously, he was here first, you are the interloper he is adjusting to. He does not bark at people going past the house or at the neighbours on the other side.
I am kinda ranting. Maybe I am more bothered by the who addict thing then I thought. I just have an innate distrust of addicts, especially ones who put on airs. I'd rather talk to a bum on the street corner.
I am so tired. I don't care if this is offensive. Actually, I probably will care later. Let me know if you're offended and I can apologise to you like I did to the asshole neighbours.