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My conspiracy mindedness would lead me think that she was actually his neighbour and left her husband to shack up with a younger model. She's too embarrassed to say that though so she just pretends she's the mum. Who shags her son.

Surely she would rather be known as the woman who left her husband for a toyboy than the woman who shags her son though?!

 

 

Could it not just be really loud porn playing? Although doens't make it any better really.

 

My nan's neighbour who lives two doors down has recently won mega on the lottery (well her daughter has, so she's getting a large lump of it) and there's been a dumpster outside her house full of shit that she's planning to replace; it appears to be fucking everything. Furniture, ornaments, that brown glass cabinet that every eldery woman has, boxes of videos. She might aswell move out.

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I live in a in a sem-detached in a relatively modern estate, which means the walls are about as thick as a communion wafer and you can hear bloody everything.

 

Next door have a girl and boy around seven and four respectively and I, along with everyone in a six mile radius, get to enjoy listening to the Dad's staggeringly inept parenting every night. With a regularity that would put the lunar cycle to shame, knob-head next door (who sounds like a cockney Zippy) at 19:00 will start bellowing the kids name followed by "BATHTIME NAHHHHHWWW". This then leads to about 30 mins of shouting and bellowing from the kids, usually culminating in a crecendo of "I HATE YOU DAD" and "I'M NOT GETTING IN THE BATH" followed by more "FOR FUCK SAKE, GET IN THE FUCKING BATH NAHHHWW". Every day, without fail.

 

When at my first year at university, my next door flat mate in halls (close enough to a neighbour) was the son of someone relatviely high up in the oil industry and he had been living in Qatar for a number of years. He had the social skills of a tea-towel. All he ate was Nutella on bread for the entire year.

 

All there was in his part of the fridge was Nutella and bread. All there was in his part of the freezer was bread. All there was in his cupboards was Nutella and bread. Once, in fairness, he bought some Sainbury's value chips and couldn't work out how to cook them. I came into the kitchen room to find him putting chips IN THE FUCKING TOASTER! I had to lend him a baking tray. I can only assume that back home, someone just cooked for him, but Christ alive, chips in a sodding toaster? 

 

Once, someone else in the flat saw him in the local 7 Day just staring at bread for a good few minutes. He was called 'Bread Boy' after that.

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My conspiracy mindedness would lead me think that she was actually his neighbour and left her husband to shack up with a younger model. She's too embarrassed to say that though so she just pretends she's the mum. Who shags her son.

Surely she would rather be known as the woman who left her husband for a toyboy than the woman who shags her son though?!

You'd be surprised. Maybe she thinks the neighbours don't notice their loud frolicking.

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I've got an old guy living next to me who went crazy a year ago and started walking about Glasgow Green in his pyjamas. Council can't shift him because he's bought his house. He's got Dementia or something. Feel sorry for him, but I need to protect my family first and if the close goes up in flames, he'll get a new house, we wouldn't.

 

Everytime I open my door, he pops his head out and stands there staring until we move away. It's driving me mental.

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My next door neighbours are alright, although the guy next door who is a council binman is also a secret drug dealer I think as both me and the misses have suspiciously seen him going to his bin in his back garden at funny hours in the day as if he is hiding something in there, he also leaves the house at non social hours when all the shops are shut and all the transport isn't working for the day as if he is meeting clients (we live in a village so there is no reason to leave your house without a car anytime after 10pm).

 

He seems alright though to be fair, never any trouble, has never said hello either but its amazing what you can find out. 

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To the right of us are the smack dealing piss heads with the daughter who let a family of gypsies do a train on her. To the left was a mum and three lads who regularly had the police around for their various criminal misdeeds. She stopped speaking to us a while back, not sure why. She's also moved out to a womans refuge after the sons threatened to kill her if she didn't break up with her boyfriend, apparently. Next to them the neighbours are ok bar the one who started on my dog on boxing day. Next to them is the woman who got sent down for her sons truancy, she came out of prison with braids, I laughed. Also one of their daughters came on to the refuge womans boyfriend when she was 14. 

 

Also somebody tried to steal mine and the wifes identities and apply for crisis loans a couple of times, we suspect our inept postie misdelivered our mail to one of our dodgy neighbours.

 

Been after a swap off here for about three years, no luck. 

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My neighbours all seem pretty normal, which leads me to believe that I'm probably the weird one in the block of flats.

There is a Portuguese lad who nicked my phone though, I suspect he probably had away a couple of other parcels I had delivered too as they were left outside my door when I was out. He left his shoes outside his door once so I spat in them as retaliation. 

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I've got an old guy living next to me who went crazy a year ago and starting walking about Glasgow Green in his pyjamas. Council can't shift him because he's bought his house. He's got Dementia or something. Feel sorry for him, but I need to protect my family first and if the close goes up in flames, he'll get a new house, we wouldn't.

 

Everytime I open my door, he pops his head out and stands there staring until we move away. It's driving me mental.

I'd contact the local social work office and tell them you're concerned for his welfare. They'll act on it and he might even already have a case worker.

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