... by the way your bum still looks really good." Inappropriate comment no. 233. What do you say to that or do you just run away like I did?
Oh the world is full of charm isn't it - not. I must surround myself with better company.
How things change! I went over to say hello to this old neighbour when visiting Ewa. More as a defensive strategy so my beloved Golf wouldn't be keyed while I was inside. Only 2 years ago it was a raging war between us and the **** superglued my front door, started a hate campaign and tried to intimidate me to move out. A stupid thing about parking.
Two people who rented couldn't park because all the spaces for our flats were taken so they went to the flats next door and got clamped. Their complaint led our freeholder to bring clamping in for us too and we were supposed only to park on our numbered spaces or get clamped. Thing is we all had devised our own spots of many years that didn't fit the numbering. The taxi driver and carpet fitter wanted their vehicles outside their window so they could hear if someone was breaking into them. I wanted my car at the bottom in case I forgot to put my handbrake on (blonde moment). Some had 2 cars. I was convinced we could suss a plan using visitors spaces where everyone parked where they wanted so I went round and got everyone's parking space vote and marked it out on a map with registration numbers which the clamping company got with instructions not to clamp any of those cars. However Dave and John decided because I had done this, in my mind helpful thing, I had brought about the clamping too and the shit hit the fan.
They just wouldn't listen at all. Would bad mouth me to the other neighbours who came to me saying they knew I hadn't done anything wrong but they were too afraid of these bullies to protest. I had a blazing row with John in the middle of the parking and told him it was the last thing I was going to do and not to worry. But on it went and it was horrible. I dreaded turning in to come home in case I'd see one of them. It wasn't a misunderstanding - just their imagination and the people who had done the complaining not having the balls to say they did.
One day I passed David pretending I was invisible as had become the style. He turned back and asked me again when I'd be moving out. I started to explain that what they believed to be true wasn't. I got called a fucking bitch or something as bad. Thing was Armen was at home and heard. He's not one to take that kind of crap for a second. It seemed that within seconds Armen was downstairs and punching Dave. I also had hold of Dave at this point upset and pleading with him to understand that I was telling the truth and to give it up. Suddenly it all made sense to him as if a block had been lifted. He completely changed personality, apologised to me and came round 5 minutes later with chocolates. Armen gave him a bottle of wine. I became convinced very quickly that violence IS the answer. John apologised to me every Xmas card then on. I thought good that you feel bad - you made my life hell at what was already a shit time for me and home should have been my retreat.
Then I would have liked to see Dave burn in petrol that I'd poured on him but now when I talk to him it is fine and I hold no resentment. I'm not sure about the bottom comment though - I do resent that.
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