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 … Continue reading Neighbours Part Six
Breaking news from the block, brought to you from my camping chair round the back. The dreaded lurgy is here, amongst us. Or at least was. Panty Lady at No 10 was out on her balcony this afternoon, scrubbing green stuff off the wooden decking. I stopped to say hello for a moment and have … Continue reading Neighbours Part Five
This is the view from the left hand of the three windows in our lounge. It looks out onto the car park with the garbage shed bang in the centre. I can sit next to the window and peer through the slatted window blinds, discreetly surveying the comings and goings of the blocks residents. It … Continue reading Neighbours Part Four
The landlord of Number 2 hasn’t had much luck in the last year and a half. Having lost the delightful couple from Portugal and Poland at the end of 2018 when they set off to make a new life elsewhere, he picked a new couple that perhaps most landlords would have passed on. Still, once … Continue reading Neighbours Part Three
The tale of neighbour trouble continues. As if destroying my turtle pond wasn't bad enough, a couple of months ago. Which he still hasn't paid for. I've learned more about the sort of person he is, the owner of the top apartment. Drunk by noon, beating his wife by tea sort of a person. He's … Continue reading Neighbours
We live in a block of apartments, part of what was at the time, so I've been told, the worlds biggest social housing project. Row after row after row of blocks, each one containing twelve apartments. They're actually pretty ok, and more importantly seem to have survived all the earthquakes without any great damage. Of … Continue reading Neighbours
The Mexile 