OK, I spoke to Dean this evening. He’s spoken to ****’s mother, but I don’t think he’s been to the letting agent.
Now, it seems that Mrs **** (no offense to her as she seems quite nice, just I don’t know her name so…) is starting to finally believe what I’ve been saying. When Dean mentioned that most of the hassle seems to have been the result of certain visitors, she asked who. She was then given a description of the little scrote who threatened me.
“Oh.”
Apparently one of the reasons they moved **** out of where they were and into another area was to get him away from this ****. That friendship, apparently, was over. Because that makes so much sense. If you don’t want your son to do something under your own roof where you can watch him, pack him off about 5 miles away into a house of his very own where he’ll definitely not do anything naughty at all, oh no.
Stupid cow. Again, I’m sure she’s nice and lovely and everything but howay. How bloody daft can you be?
Now, Dean reckons if I can prove that he’sdoing drugs next door, she’ll likely pack him up and shift him out herself. Thing is, that’s about the only thing that’s liable to end the 12-month tenancy early.
The contract is tighter than a gnat’s chuff. And it seems to favour one person and one person only – the letting agent. The homeowner can’t evict anyone, as he’s tied to the contract as well. There are clauses such as “no pets” etc etc, but Dean was incredibly vague about things when I mentioned that. If there are clauses, then how the hell do they action them? They’re not allowed to disturb the neighbours… yet when they do, the letting agent chooses to ignore it. No dogs, ignores it. No drugs, ignores it.
The only way they have of getting feedback is from neighbours as they certainly don’t check themselves. Thing is, they ignore the neighbours (or simply hang the ******* phone up on them, the ignorant ********) so there’re no way they could find anything out.
So. Stalemate. What I’m going to do is charge the video camera up and keep it handy. Any more noise, I’ll tape it. Any appearances from the bug-eyed freak, I’ll video it. Anyone else in my ******* garden, recorded. If what it takes is to spy on him, then I guess that’s what I’ll have to do. I’ve got his mother’s number, so if I get enough to prove that his little cock of a friend’s been over, then I’ll show her and let the sparks fly.
Other thing is he’s on a 12-month lease which Dean can opt not to extend. Thing is, I can’t remember when **** moved in. I don’t think it’s much past new year though. But we’re back in the same situation. He’s gotten away with being a selfish, unruly, pikey fuckwit again.
So.
I guess there may be more updates. *sigh* I’m off to fill in the forms the council sent regarding the noise. Again.