When buying a house, I think that you should be entitled to a weeks’ stay at the property before you commit to signing the contracts. If you think about it, you go and lie on a bed when shopping for new beds and mattresses. You go and sit on sofas and chairs before splashing your cash. Yet, something as big as buying a house, you have a couple of views and that’s it. You don’t know how comfortable you’ll be once you’re there – not really.
I loved my house when I first viewed it. My dad liked it. My friends have all liked it. My grandparents like it. I like it. I just wish I knew about the neighbours before I signed any contracts.
I know that wherever you live, there might be some unsavoury characters. At the moment though, I have three. And they’re all doing my effing head in.
This post should not be construed as I regret buying my house, because I don’t.
I’ve personally given up on calling the Police every time one of my two neighbours are wailing like banshee’s in the street. There’s not much point in complaining to the Police about the illegal drugs as I highly doubt they’ll care that I have to keep rewashing my laundry… But, this morning (I wrote this blog post a few days ago, so it’s old news), I could have gotten angry.
I was messaging one of my nice neighbours because I saw the Police at the property where the commotion was last night. I don’t know who has called the Police, but I am grateful that they have. My nice neighbour informed me that the smashing I heard last night was actually a vase of flowers on the pavement! Right by my car!!
I immediately moved my car but before I did so, I had to remove bits of smashed vase from the road – I highly doubt that the wailing banshee would replace my tyres if I got a puncture from her smashed vase. And, then, all afternoon I was watching for the flowers and smashed up vase to be cleaned up. I don’t know who eventually cleared up the mess, but it wasn’t until late afternoon when the pavement was cleared of the smashed vase and flowers.
I wonder – do these morons have no shame? Do they have no self-respect? Most importantly (to me), do the landlords have no moral compass? Would they tolerate their tennant’s behaviour if it were occurring on their doorstep? Is it because these people (the offenders) move so frequently that they don’t think they need to bother to even pretend to be a half-decent citizen and instead annoy the foxtrot out of their respectful neighbours?
I’m getting a bit sick and tired of it. At night time, I want to sleep – I need to sleep. Instead, on a regular basis, I’m being woken by one of two neighbours who think that it’s acceptable to allow their personal lives to spill out into the street. They scream. They shout. There’s nothing feminine or dignified by their behaviour, yet I’m supposed to tolerate it because the landlords are no where to be seen, the council don’t care and it doesn’t matter how many times you call the Police, they can’t do anything!
If you do any of the following, I reckon that you might be a nightmare neighbour that I’m writing about:
- You smoke your illegal cigarettes outside and make your neighbours laundry smell of your illegal drugs.
- You scream blue murder all night long.
- You throw your vase of flowers out of your living room window so that it smashes on the pavement right beside my car.
- You scream in the street because a neighbour has called the Police.
If you are any of the above, you have zero respect from me.