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This has to rate as one of the sickest things I’ve witnessed this year. We all know that KK has long hair and I’ve mentioned in the past about the huge tagnuts and winnets that result because (as she’s a cat) she can’t wipe properly.

Well last week she had the *****. Big time. Soft, sticky, gloopy, grey-ish brown squits.

Most of her back end is white. Last week it was a kinf of muddy brown. And when she wasn’t shitting, she was farting. Squelchy, wet-sounding ones that you knew were resulting in another drip or two of liquishit dribbling from her little kittykat arsehole.

Worse is to come.

On several occasions I watched her, half on her back, leg cocked in the air licking the **** out of her coat. And while her head was buried around her little puckered starfish, letting rip with one of these disgusting kitty-farts. In her own face. And not stopping licking.

And I thought dogs were meant to be disgusting.

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.

Police have been round. Their hands are tied as far as kicking him out are
concerned as it’s a private tenant, not council. However, they’ve taken on
board the threats and anti-social behaviour and have been round to have a word
with him.

The warnings are simple: any noise or disturbances late on, I’m to ring them
on 999 and report it asking for immediate attendance as I’ve been threatened
when I’ve gone round before. If they police turn up and it’s noisy… night in
the cells. If they’re abusive or threatening… cells. If they smell anything
druggy… cells.

In addition, Dean’s certainly sounding like he’s going to get the letting
agency to turf them out as well. My only concern is repurcussions, but given
that the chav next door knows I can find out his parents address and therefore
track him down I’m not as worried as I could be.

Fingers crossed, people. The sooner he’s out, the sooner I go back to stupid, disgusting posts instead of whinges about chavs.

For those I’ve not spoken to (and I can’t recall if this is in the blog), I went to work on Friday having had 2 hours of sleep. The music was on till 4am. And was replaced by a dog barking like mad for almost an hour as it was locked in his front room.

I picked up a colleague at 7:40, and started to tell him what had happened. At which point I just flipped. I punched the steering wheel repeatedly, swerved at the kerb and hammered the anchors on before stalling the car and then just broke down. Fizz had to drive me into work where my boss immediately told me I looked like crap. Once I explained why, he told me to hand all my work off and go home.

I refused.

The last place I wanted to be was in my own home. I worked an entire day on 2 hours’ sleep. I dreaded 4:30 and hometime, but went as I was expecting the police to arrive after 5. They didn’t *sigh*. Will be here on Sunday before midday.

The guy who owns the house called me this evening. I think I’ve convinced him that I’ll settle for no less than eviction. I don’t care it it’s 4 times a week or twice a month. Fact is, I shouldn’t have to put up with noise, threats and chavs pissing on my back door. He’s had warning after warning and now he seems to think he can just get away with it as nothing’s been done as a result.

We’ll see what comes when he talks to the useless workshy ******* **** of a letting agent on Monday.

In the meantime, thank you to all of you. SFG for your copious documentation, Damo for offering to have him ****** over, Dawn for just being great and everyone else. A couple have said they wish they could do more – no need. Just your replies (and calls) have really helped.

Again, thank you. And of course I’ll keep you all updated.

It’s 2am. I’m still not asleep despite going to bed at 11pm. I’m too tired to type, so here’s a copy from the email I just sent to environmental health:

At 10:40pm, I went back round as I intended to go to bed at 11:00. He agreed to turn the bass down. Which he did. For 10 minutes.

By 00:10, my walls were shaking. I went round. He was initially indignant, but calmed down. His visitors, however, threatened to burn my house down and “catch me by surprise sometime” and have me “screaming sorry” while I was tied to a tree. His excuse? “Ignore him – we’ve been doing some pills and were just having a moment.” The person who threatened me is the same one who urinated on my back door a few weeks ago.

Half an hour later and the noise was again at a stupid level. I called his father to inform him that I was going to contact yourselves and the police. The police gave me reference number 91 and have said they will come round about 5pm tomorrow… that is, today.

Previous incidences have been minor in recent weeks, though on 2 of the last 3 Wednesday mornings, I was awoken around 2am by loud shouting. A Friday earlier, I couldn’t get to sleep until 1:30am as there was loud arguing. I only nodded off after they all stormed out of the house.

His defense is that *I* woke him up 2 Sundays ago doing DIY. At midday.

I am absolutely at my wit’s end and am *begging* for any help in getting rid of this nuisance. His letting agent doesn’t care two hoots and won’t even speak to me any more and I appreciate that the police have much more serious things to be spending their time dealing with, especially after recent events.

I have absolutely no idea where I can go from here and am seriously considering selling my house and moving out. One neighbour has even offered to let me stay at her house on occasional nights, but it all just seems like it’s up to me to adjust my life to suit him. Surely this can’t be right?

All I want is to be able to come home, sit and read or watch TV and go to sleep without constantly dreading the *thud thud thud* of his stereo starting up and knowing I’m going to have to go through it all again. In addition, I now have threats from a drugged-up lunatic to deal with.

It is now 1:50am and his stereo is *still* thudding through my wall. The volume is tolerable, but it’s constant bass thumping and there is no way I’m going to be able to sleep until it stops. The thing is, every time it does I just sit there waiting for it to start again.

ANYONE. PLEASE. WHAT THE **** CAN I DO?!?!?! Legally, please. And quickly. I’m not kidding when I say I’m at my wit’s end. I was almost in tears of frustration earlier. I don’t want to come home from work because it’ll all just start over again. Why is it so hard to just make someone have some appreciation for others?