Unfortunatley its not with the drunk next door its the people at the end of
the garden. The fence which they own has blown down they have a large dog
which has found its way into our garden and presses its nose against our
french windows. I went round there last night to ask them to repair it
They took ages to answer the door and then this shaven headed bloke in a
white vest opened the door he wasnt too friendly until another skinnier man
in a pink T shirt which said 'I cant even think straight' appeared behind
him. They intorduced themselves as Lee and Carl and the dog who theyve name
Crystal even though its a boy
So I got rid of those Portuguese shirt lifters in the old place and now Im
faced with a new lot. Mind you I did go in for a cup of tea. Lee the
chunkier one runs his own conservatory building business and Carl looks
after Spastics they seem friendly enough but I know have them at the end
and the old soak next door
Fancy buying my place?
Miles
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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