"Remember you are their neighbour too" Are your own odd traits peculiar to them, or are you the perfect neighbour or a pushover for them to exercise their neighbourly bullying.
I shall assess my present neighbours later on in this post.
To purchase a house in my neighbourhood would cost an arm and a leg, not withstanding its position which will be crucial to us oldies when the authorities condemn us to using public transport on reaching 85years of age and restrict you to local limits or deem you as a danger to the public and cancel ones drivers licence.
Our long lease residence is between two to four minutes walk to all we need, such as doctors dentists (if you still have teeth like myself) then there is a huge supermarket, two pharmacies, newsagent, butchers, garage and spares, restaurants, bakery, two real estate and a bean counter two ambulance chasers and a fire station and more, that is the reason for us wanting to stay put.
We moved here five years ago from a house on the lake waterfront, with an open plan rear garden giving access to our neighbours dogs to leave their calling cards and mosquitoes galore to add to the misery, only locals are aware of this problem but R/estate people make sure the newcomer is blissfully unaware of the expensive W/front property and its nasties.
We live at No 11, xxxxx Avenue, Budgewoi on the central coast of NSW IN Australia. When we moved here our neighbours could not be faulted and we were pleased to be told we were nicer people than the previous tenants, however the lady owner from number nine passed on three weeks after our arrival and her adopted son moved in together with a host of occasional lovers plus his large dog which unknown to him was fed scraps over the fence by yours truly and we become good friends, but casual visitors beware.On the day the dog escaped through the gate and bounded over to me sat down and allowed me to pat him, his owner was astonished as he had feared for my safety. I later told him that , I was a dog whisperer and would he be good enough eradicate the appalling smell by removing the mine field of dog turds in his back garden.
Soon after the Guy put the house on the market but has been tenanted. since with little concern to us, although it is a shame to see the garden flora at No 9 degenerate into a mess.
Number thirteen a pretty cottage on our other side was formerly owned by an elderly couple who we found amicable pleasant and were willing to be helpful, their house was immaculate with manicured lawn and gardens, unfortunately both passed on within three years of our arrival, their grown daughter managed the house on her own until it was sold about eighteen months ago. It was sad to hear her tell my wife Rosemary that the people moving in were rude and coarse.
The Mob as I shall now refer to them as, moved in like as if the circus had hit town, at a guess it must have been two families, because there out front of their house (For several weeks) was parked a nine ton truck, both evenings and weekends with a smaller truck in front of our house plus three cars in their driveway and a ute across the road. The Fat lady driver of a ute carrying road maintenance signs drove across our frontage on a wet morning exiting via the ditch leaving a mess of deep tracks to clear up. The following morning when confronted I was greeted with a raised finger and a verbal get stuffed.
After consulting the powers that be and with photographic evidence and a sympathetic cop, in all five vehicles were booked after being warned previously. At 1130pm that day whilst asleep, the long arm of the law arrived and fixed their problem. A sort of Mexican stand off has been the order of things ever since, although verbal clashes have been non existent.
Wondering what sort of neighbours you could describe them as will be left up to you people who comment on this blog. Here are a few noticeable foibles which are painfully obvious to any person.
First of all the former beautiful garden has been effectively trashed, mainly through lack of maintenance.
Some articles of washing remain on their line or on the ground for several days. The girls bicycle together with helmet, has lain unattended near their side front gate for nearly three weeks through heat and rain, it wouldn't surprise me if the helmet could be housing a deadly funnel Web spider or at least a couple of poisonous Redbacks. Same would apply to the nine rolled free local newspapers which have lain strewn over their frontage since the grass was last cut ?.
The several free telephone calls to the local supermarket informing them that one or sometimes two of their customer grocery carts have been located in the front garden of the 'Bidwillians and Druits' at number thirteen, xxxxxx Ave. Bludgerwoi, takes at least two days to effect recovery. and it would seem that, theft charges do not apply, for any warnings are ignored by the bludgers in no 13.
About two weeks ago, a white rabbit with black ears(Tame) was seen gorging on the veggie patch in my back garden, it's owner at No 13 stated after several days of us trying to catch it, 'Dont worry when it gets hungry it always comes home,.Well!! well,. Yesterday Bunnykins did not go home. It was last seen to be travelling in a green grocery bag to his new residence in San Remo.
This morning I re- planted the veggies. We are now experiencing thunder and lightening. but no rain as yet, I hope it will bring a cool spell.
Now it is raining and next door's washing is still on the line!! Am I becoming a sticky beak Or simply an old Nosey Parker. or like a N P 'Bron ' in Yorkshire..
BTW.Recently the note received from our R/estate Agents , read.
To Mr & Mrs Bxxxxx
Just a quick thank you for presenting your home in a lovely manner for our routine inspection,Thanks again , Sharon.
Back soon .......Vest.
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