Welcome to another get together at The Lounge! I hope you will settle in for a drink or too and stay around to share a tale! This week I want to know all about your neighbours. I’m nosy like that!
I live in a housing commission house. Because they like to jam as many houses into one area as possible, I also have the *joy* of having 4 neighbours. When I first moved in, I couldn’t have asked for better neighbours. Sure we had our ups and downs, like the banjo playing mormons and the women who used to flog my catalogues but overall it was nothing to really complain about.
However about 9 months ago the guy who lives on the left back hand side passed away. He was an absolute character. To look at him he was a ‘big bad bikey’ but he was the nicest of all of my neighbours. Although I think I would have preferred it if he put pants on when he chatted over the fence! It was another 6 weeks before the new neighbours moved in. The neighbours who resemble the stereotypes that the Housos series portrays.
The first few weeks there were here, there was not a drama. I really felt like it was surely too good to be true. Turns out it was. First the music started. Now I am no party pooper but when you are playing music loud enough that I can hear it over my tv at full volume then it’s too loud. I can also excuse it when it’s on the weekend, and it’s not a regular thing. However when it is a couple of times a week and the music lasts all night and into the next day then something has to give.
Then the fighting started. There was smashing bottles and rubbish in yard. I had to call the police because they woke Mr 4 and he was petrified. It became so regular that Paul and I just roll our eyes and say here we go again when it starts. Their yard also began to fill with piles rubbish, which thankfully now seem to be getting smaller.
Before long there was palings ripped off my fence, I couldn’t let Mr 4 out in the yard by himself for fear that he would step on something they had decided to throw over my fence. We rarely go out there anymore, only for short periods of time while I am hanging the washing on the line. The children steal Mr 4’s toys and they are now safer in my open garage, which faces a busy main road.
Housing doesn’t want to hear about it, maintaining that it is a neighbour issue, despite it being their property that is being destroyed. The actions clearly break their newly introduced 3 strike rule but they don’t want to know. I get so angry about it all, and feel so helpless. I hate that there seems to be nothing we can do, and I can’t use my property properly for fear of my things being stolen or damaged.
Do get on well with your neighbours?