I’m not really a nosey person. Well. OK, maybe I am. But I’m blathering about this for two reasons:
1) The fact that all the following occured outside their house and therefore was public anyway
2) The selfish, lazy sod still keeps parking on our shared drive so nobody can move their car without asking him to shift his first, which he always does as if you are the one putting him out
So, anyway. The other night. Wow. What a barney. Now bear in mind that so far I’ve heard them swapping partners with at least one other couple, doing something that made her scream like a very satisfied banshee and have numerous arguments. This one was a stormer.
The only downside is that, as he’s an inarticulate, mumbling neanderthal, the only part of his conversation I could make out was “You what?” at one point.
It was rather enjoyable watching her stood on the doorstep, talking down the telephone then putting it to her shoulder to say “Sorry? What did you say? I never said you’d ****** her. I said you’d been out with her”. This followed a few minutes later by “I don’t care what you say. There’s no point in listening as it’s all bullshit anyway.”
Cue a screech of tyres (actually, I think it was his knackered clutch) as he tear-arses off down the street and she slams the door hard enough to make my windows rattle. He’s back 5 minutes later, and tries to stealthily open the front door. Until *chonk* he realises the chain is on.
So she lets him in. More yelling. He goes back out, tyres/clutch squeal and he drives… erm… about 15 yards and parks at the end of the drive. He must have sat there for 20 minutes before again trying to sneak in. And again being foiled by the chain, the arguments flare up.
Third time lucky and he actually buggers off this time. This followed by her talking to someone on speakerphone with her windows wide open. I decided to turn my music up as it wasn’t fun any more. So much better watching the Missing Link being put in his place.
Oh, when I was last in Glasgow I used a car park that had a load of disused “pay and display” machines stuck in a corner. I wonder if they’d let me pinch one? It could be fun setting it up on my third of the driveway. Well, it’s legally my land. I’m happy to let him drive up and down it, but when he’s blocking it for hours at a time throughout the day it’s taking the piss.
Who reckons I should ask them next time I’m up? Or would just painting double yellow lines up it and hiring a clamping/towing firm do the job?
Aaah, I remember when I lived in flats. Walls like paper…
I went one better recently. Waited till he parked his in the drive, then parked mine behind it so he couldn’t get out.
Thing it, it’s like disciplining a child. Works for a few days and then things just work their way back to “normal” again and he goes back to his old habits.
At least we’re legally allowed, in this country, to spank children. Not something I agree with, but I’d like to smack this **** round the head and see if I can knock some sense into him. Sadly, adults seem better protected by law from violence than children are.
Maybe I’ll just slash his tyres.
Neighbours can be inconsiderate gits at times…
I’d suggest parking your own car in the place that he parks. See how he likes that.
Sounds like a loosing battle mate.
Trust me, Mr Duck, these are thick walls. This lass is just a ******* screamer. I have been tempted to tape them and play the recordings back on nights when they’re not so loud.
Maybe as a distraction while I pay some little scrote a fiver to twock his car.