Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours - in our case we get a psychotic blond Australian Sheila.
We live in an old house that has been converted into five flats.
The week we moved in we received our first passive aggressive note pasted to the joint mail box - kindly reminding us the rubbish gets collected on Wednesdays and a certain person doesn't like to walk passed it everyday.
Not a knock on the door, not a little message through the door, just a weak-ass public message.
The first time Nick saw her in the flesh was when he was taking out our bin and helped her with hers as well. And what did he get for his troubles? Not a thank you but a screechy Australian lecture.
The rest of our meetings with 'the beast' have revolved around tellings off about leaving the door open (seriously not us) and reminders that she OWNS her flat while we're just renters.
We live closest to the door and everytime she comes in proceeds to slam it in a completely unnecessary fashion. This has lead Nick to curse her to fall down the stairs each time she comes traipsing up and down.
I'll try to capture any future PA notes for your viewing pleasure.
Until next time.
K
Purveyor of all things travel, media, nonsense, bubble tea, arty, and food related.
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