Neighbours Part Six

I possibly owe No 2 an apology. Possibly. But since they remain unaware of my internet based accusations, I’ll keep the apology anonymously internet based too. Of course, they could yet turn out to be jointly culpable.

There was a carrier bag in the recycling bin yesterday. Again. I did what I usually do. Pinch the bottom corner of the bag, shake the contents out and then put the carrier in the correct rubbish bin. And check the contents for clues, naturally.

And there it was. Evidence. Hard evidence. An envelope with an address. It’s No 8. This may be a problem. I think No 8 is where Really Hot Girl lives. She gets on quite well with Panty Girl at No 10. I’m really not very good at administering reprimands to hot girls.

Many years ago I fired a hot girl from a petrol station I managed. Annie was completely useless. If she turned up for her shift, she wouldn’t be on time. She’d do little work. But she did look very pretty behind the desk. She cried when I fired her. So I unfired her.

I know. That was utterly shameful and shameless. Still, it was a long time ago. Perhaps I have manned up since then. Let’s see how this goes with Really Hot Girl at No 8. Hopefully Neighbours Part Seven won’t detail how I’ve agreed to go collect her rubbish and bin it for her…