
“Neighbours…..everybody needs good neighbours”
So sang Tony Hatch back in the days when Kylie was more likely to be wearing a pair of dungarees than a pair of gold hotpants
(Tony Hatch wrote the music & Jackie Trent wrote the lyrics, but neither of them sang it. The original was crooned by Barry Crocker. Just sayin’. Carry on – NA)
…….sorry got lost in thought for a moment there.
(Hopefully the pic helped you re-focus – NA)
Ahem. Anyway, Tony was right – everybody needs good neighbours.
Now to be fair to them. They could be much worse than they are. I’ve seen these neighbours from hell programmes on the idiot lantern and there are some total, belligerent, psychotic bastards out there.
My main gripe is that they are loud. They play music that I can only describe as “Now that’s what I call Garage/Urban/is you disrespectin’ me fam 2021” and then other times it’s some shite like Adele wailing.
Other times they have blazing rows. I’ve actually heard him call her a c**t, which shocked me believe it or not. But she can dish it out as much as he can. She had me chuckling like Mutley on one occasion and I had to go to another room in case they heard me.
Thing is they don’t seem to think anyone can hear them.
I hear them having a barney and then I hear them making up again afterwards – specifically moaning and a bed creaking. ?
I’m not a prude but it’s so cringeworthy that I either have to go out or put loud music on to drown them out.
In the words of Holly Humberstone The walls are way too thin!
Nominated by: Harold



