I wish to end my neighbour's wheelie bins

down south in cheltenham here, and yep it was the tip on fire last night - www.gloucestershirelive.co.uk/news/cheltenham-news/live-huge-fire-lights-up-9448547 - wunty's gone too far this time

edit: fun fact - that's the landfill where they had to bury one of the ambulances that responded to the Salisbury novichok poisoning

I’m sniffing but, luckily, I’m in Barcelona at the moment so, nope, can’t smell it \o/

Which one of you lot was throwing wheelie bins in Southport last night then. Look at the trouble this thread has caused.

I think it's across the board and not just in my neighbourhood, but recently there's been a lot of Gen Zs NOT waiting for the green man and just walking into moving traffic.

I mean, relying on motorists to slow down and not hit them... The ENTITLEMENT of some people!

And why isn't that cloud moving???

Could hear some incoherent yelling so looked out my rear facing window, there was some guy shouting "turn the fucking music off" out of his window at somebody playing (actually not that loud) music.

Fine, but the guy notices me and starts yelling "is it you in the fucking window" before more incoherent yelling and calling people cunts.

I couldn't even see exactly where it's coming from so I just shook my head to indicate no, it's not me, but now slightly anxious some psycho is going to kick my door in.

(And no, it's not my music).

Wear socks pulled right up and your tee shirt just above the belly button

Our chavvy neighbours two doors down are currently running a chainsaw in the wooded bit that separates our gardens from the ravine where the train tracks are. As far as I know they have no legal access to it.

cubby You can report them to Network Rail, they have a phone number to ring.

Is there a well known VR game where your character is in an environment where it’s raining? Maybe he’s after the fullest immersion experience!

Sounds like a missed opportunity for a blackmail video to me 😝

Long rant alert, skip now if you can’t be arsed. Edit - also realise I’ve touched on some of this a page back. Really am getting old 😂

So we live in a housing association house. There’s this absolutely weird family next door, led by a man I won’t name, but let’s call him ‘Gred’.

Gred and co did the Right to Buy years ago and he’s an absolute menace. Basically his hobby is trying to do it up himself on the cheap with absolute incompetence and lack of any sort of planning. He’s been tearing up the front and back garden for approximately two years now, always for a maximum of about twenty minutes at a time, with a long enough break so you think he’s finished - then he isn’t.

He fly tips everything too at the end of the terrace. He literally makes this fairly pleasant looking area look like a complete shithole. We don’t grass because we are pussies and you just know not to around here.

He won’t speak to us after being sort of stalker level with my other half for years, because we actually called the fire brigade when he set fire to his fly tip. When the fire engine arrived, he sussed it and ran out with a watering can, giving it large to them that it’s terrible somebody wasted their time calling them out for this. That’s when we knew he’d started the fire - I knew it was his fly tip but we genuinely thought it’d been set ablaze by kids

It was completely unsupervised and next to a field/common and a wooded area, in that last heatwave when much of the grass was basically hay, and my car, and against the end of somebody else’s house. One of the items he was trying to burn was a cat scratching post about six feet tall, which had a metal core and base and was covered in artificial fibres.

Several times he’s burned stuff in the back yard including plastics and I’ve had to knock on as our girl can’t sleep or breathe and has been crying with a banging headache. This is not usually met with a polite response.

Anyway, all this animosity over us just wanting to live in peace with breathable air, means he doesn’t speak to us at all. Imagine my surprise then when I look out of the window last week seeing our washing line look like it’s in an earthquake - in a rare non-DIY moment he’s employed some lads to replace the fencing and HASN’T THOUGHT IT THE RIGHT THING TO DO TO TELL US THIS BEFORE RIPPING IT DOWN. We have a small dog that will *only* toilet in the back too, and we basically ended up for nearly two days with no divide between us and him (on day two a chain fence did go up temporarily) with his back open to previously mentioned common/wood.

The whole weekend since has been is subjected to him using this shitry jigsaw to cut through every fence post including the big thick foundation ones (those took him fucking ages and so much noise). Call me old fashioned but I think you should definitely have a respite from that on a Sunday - nope, three sessions, one at 10 am and the latest at tea time.

I’m dreading him burning it all.

There’s a combo here of him just enjoying this shit, being absolutely pig thick and that none of them drive, so they can’t go to the tip like a normal person.

Rant over, been stewing on it all all week, and needed to draw out some poison by ranting.

i'm so sorry you're having such a shit time of it drake can't offer any advice as you've identified the risk of escalation is always present & unique to each house of shitheads

only hope is he sounds like just the sort of fuckwit who'll get picked up for looting during the next Farage Riots and you'll get three years of peace

You should let it be known around the estate that you paint Warhammer. Gred won't fuck with you after that

Fucking hell. Nowhere better to put this.

About 30 mins ago had our elderly neighbour banging on our front door saying the hospital had called to say she needed to come right away to her husband's bedside. She's in floods of tears, hysterical etc. Tried calling her daughter who lives literally round the corner but no answer.

My partner puts her in the car and drives round the corner to the hospital about 30 seconds drive. I run to the daughter's house and ring the doorbell three times. Eventually this bleary eyed woman comes down. I explain that her mother has knocked on our door. Daughter is complaining she was asleep. Then proceeds to go on a rant about the hospital. She's not engaging at all with the obvious urgency in front of her. She then asks me if I can give her a lift when her house backs onto the hospital grounds itself! Anyway, we start walking. I'm going briskly and she's about 20 paces behind me almost casually texting fuck knows who.

I reunite her with her mum who is with my partner. Daughter starts ranting at the mum telling her to calm down etc. We don't know the hospital layout at all, so we end up spending 10 mins driving around trying to find A&E. Then the daughter tells us what ward father is in. So we drive back across the hospital. Mother in hysterics, crying, daughter telling her to keep a lid on it whilst ranting that she told the doctors there was something wrong with him and that if anything has happened she "will sue the hospital until there is nothing left".

We finally find a nurse by a side entrance to the block. I grab a hospital wheelchair for the mother and end up pushing her whilst daughter stays 5 paces behind texting god knows who. In the lift I'm still standing behind the wheelchair holding mum's walking stick. Eventually push her to father's ward. I tell daughter, you need to take mother now. They go down the corridor greeting by about 5 clinicians, mum asks "is he gone?!" and doctors confirm the worst. Daughter immediately shouts "I knew it! I'm going to sue you for this!" Mum in tears.

Fuck.