I wish to end my neighbour's wheelie bins

How well are they liked on the estate? Anyone else fed up of them?

It's all well and good reporting them but I've lived on some dodgy estates before and word definitely gets round quick once someone gets reported to the police/council; your situation sadly could get even worse as it'll be fairly obvious you're the ones who complained (after going round multiple times in the past).

Apart from my hilarious neighbour, who is really hard of hearing and has his telly on 100% full volume when he (blissfully not that often) has it on (and it's only in the daytime, and I like to practice my band music and general music so it's kinda fair enough really), but I do have an issue with a nearby neighbour.

It's a house I used to rent, and when I moved out (it's literally diagonally opposite my current house, and we all have a communal pathway between the row's of houses for taking bins out etc) I helped the new owner by showing her the ropes - boiler, switches, fire, meters, all that shit).

Was fine for a while, but this woman has turned out to be a complete fucking nightmare.

She's still ok with me because I helped her at the start, but this is the stuff she's done since -

1) Obtained multiple bins (3 green, 2 black) and they are constantly overflowing with bad smelling stuff. Cat litter, rotten food etc etc.
2) She has physically keyed some cars of people that park in front of her house (there is no designated parking, it's just a street). Cue massive arguments in the street and in the nearby hair salon which is why there's a few cars parked near her.
3) She must have had about 4-5 cats over the last year or so, and I suspiciously haven't seen certain ones. I'm sure some have been killed outside the front (main street)
4) She now has a small english bulldog dog, that looks absolutely pitiful. I feel so sorry for it. It never gets walked. It gets let out the back (into that communal area again) into a tiny little fenced off area, which is more like a fucking long, wide clothes horse rather than a fence, and that's the only place the poor bastard can take a shit. AND THEY DONT CLEAN IT UP AFTERWARDS. EVER. Honestly, it is fucking *disgusting*. It'll attract rats, never mind if a child puts their hand through the 'fence'.
5) She's hardly ever at the house, and leaves her youngest son to look after it. I'd guess he's around 14. He does fuck all and the place is just getting messier and messier. She has another 4 kids, but no idea if they're all there too. I just see the young one.

And last week, the bailiffs were knocking on the door. He doesn't answer the door to anyone. But he had to fucking answer to these guys, so hopefully something is going to happen.

I know the landlord to that she rents it from. I've told him all about it and he's at his wits end.

I don't give a shit about the son, or the bins, or the woman, or any of the fuckers, but I do give a shit about the dog. I'm going to either get the landlord to ring the RSPCA, or I fucking will.

CUNTS.

Sorry, once I started typing that, it all came out like a self confession I'm that fucked off about it!!

Well I guess I'll preface this with a long post alert following the stuff yesterday.

Firstly thanks to all who replied. It was helpful just to know that people sympathised TBH even if I didn't feel I could follow the advice.

So the update - although I was a shattered husk yesterday I was determined to enjoy myself for an hour or two so got onto Garageband and started tinkering with my tunes, and didn't hear or know what went on.

But my partner heard the scratching at around 8.30/9 pm (you can hear it both in our room and the living room). She went round and played dumb, and played a blinder.

She's asked him if he's heard anything 'before we have to get pest control out'. He says it's probably rats as they've had them in their loft before and that they can sometimes travel between the houses as their are odd bricks missing in the lofts because old tenants used to pass drugs through to one another (I think this is far fetched horse shit).

Mrs says she has heard no running and it always seems to be from one spot against one wall.

No word of a lie the neighbour straight faced suggests a rat in the drainpipe scenario (fnar fnar) and that it could be stuck in there.

Wouldn't it have died she asks? We've been hearing this for about two or three weeks?*

'Well it probably survives on spiders dunnit?'

FML

He says his brother who is taller and more agile is coming round and he will put some poison in the loft for him.

Anyway his daughter, about 20, comes out and goes 'you don't think it's the rabbits do you?'

Apparently he as much shoves her back in the living room, desperately trying to pretend this hasn't been said.

But no scratching tonight and I've managed to sleep until 6.45! 😂

It was clearly rabbits kicking or digging. I don't know where they've moved them so that we can't hear, these aren't big houses. I wonder if they just had the run of the room? Would covering them at night do it? Is it as simple as that?

Some more takeaways. I don't think the female cat is being confined to one room.

They let rabbits live in the house but don't let an up to £2000 cat. It's a Maine Coon. Maybe some EGers remember this being mentioned back in the old world.

A very childish interaction - it's exactly the sort of nonsense our 11 year old is starting to grow out of - trying to sell patent nonsense with a straight face to avoid just saying 'yep, sorry, my bad, we'll sort it'.

*The reason it's been more manageable until very recently is as simple as the turn in the weather. We were using fans to drown it out previously. Too f*cking cold now.

So it's all sorted then with some crafty conversation? Good stuff!

Why wouldn't he just say "ah I think it may be our rabbit. Sorry about that man I'll see if there's anywhere else we can put it!"

Not to be a dick but in the off chance he really doesn't think it's the rabbit - rats really do sound like scratching inside the walls and it can be the exact same spot.

Our old house, which was about 400 years old, I'd occasionally hear scratching from one exact spot in our bedroom and I'd have swore blind to you that there was a person or at least a cat doing something in the house next door. It wasn't until our power suddenly went off one day that I ended up removing floor boards and found a dead rat with his mouth around one of our electric cables. There was also an old aerial cable behind there that he'd clearly been chewing too. The point being that the sound came from the same spot because there was something there he liked to chew on.

Also the sound would have implied something a lot bigger. Either because of the echo of the floorboards or because you're listening to it in the dead of night I guess.

Talking of neighbours…

We live in a late 19th / early 20th century stone building that’s essentially two semidetached houses divvied up into an upstairs and downstairs flat, resulting in four connected flats. We’re upstairs, so we’ve got one below, one beside, and one diagonally below.

We have new upstairs neighbours moving in and they are doing some work first, so there are tradesmen there now. The lady below is nice but a bit highly strung. She’s late fifties and seems to change partners every few months.

Anyway. She had a stove put in last week and just came to the door going “are you doing anything to make a noise as our stove is making a noise”. The stove is below our fireplace and both are in the centre wall as it were, so adjoining the other two flats.

“No, you’re probably hearing the workers next door, they’re banging against the (same) wall“

“Really? Doesn’t sound like that. We’re under you. It won’t be that. Can you come and listen?”

She leads me into her living room and nothing. So then takes out her phone and plays what she just recorded. What I hear is the sound of sporadic banging.

“That’s them upstairs” I repeat.

Both her and her latest well-to-do man friend stand there and go “no, it wouldn’t sound like that”

“Okay, but that’s what it actually sounds like.”

So she goes “right I’ll ask them”

I follow her out side when we both hear the sound of banging from an open window, clearly coming from above her fire place. I just point and go back inside.

Fuck me. That just happened. With actual adults.

Could be rabbits.

Could be fucking idiots

I need a diagram wunty I need to know where everyone was in this story.

Update - two blissful night's sleep. Managed to rise at 8am for the weekend!

Clearly, clearly it's their rabbits.

However...

He came round last night, at about 8 o'clock. Had my other half on the doorstep for about fifteen minutes.

All sorts of claims coming out...he's apparently got a flexible night vision camera he's borrowed from work and has been in the loft to find a way to slide it between the walls, he's seen 'some scratches' but doesn't know if they are old.

They've also checked the guttering, moved a bird's nest, yadda yadda yadda.

He's a car park attendant to have access to this Navy Seal technology. I also wonder if he has Navy Seal training as we work at home and heard nothing all day. Not a sausage. They can't even walk up stairs quietly so I *know* that no ladders were out at any point yesterday.

IMO, all some bizarre elaborate face-saving story to ask us if moving the rabbits has sorted it (it has) without telling us it was/that they have moved the rabbits. None of it happened.

About fifteen minutes listening to this guff. Partner is too polite to say, OK mate, gotta go now, and if I intervene I embarrass her so just have to leave her to it.

We call these incidences of enforced weird conversation 'getting Fred-ed'. That's his name if any confusion arises.

Anyway may need to go back around as the stove is making noises now.

Back on this again…

So it turns out our new house is next to a place being rented out as an Airbnb. The ad says no parties but lo and behold about fifty teenagers have invaded and turned out road into a Halloween street party. It is, as the kids say, a rager.

It’s so out of hand I’ve tried calling the police on 101, but they don’t want to know until someone is being hurt or property is being damaged. They pass me into the local council who equally can’t be arsed.

It seems so unfair that we’re going to be kept up all night, wake up to our road being a state and there’s nothing we can do about it. Like I said to the police, how far does it have to go before someone does something?

Go and punch one of them

Rawshark's local police

Funnily enough the first thought I had was of Bad Neighbours and how complaining would just escalate things hilariously. Well, when I say hilariously I mean in a 2/5 sort of way.