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She's old, and shops at cheap places like Lidl or Pound Land. Dad often describes her face as a dried up prune, it has evil written all over it. At some angles it looks like the surface of the moon. Her husband has camp hand and leg movements, has a miserable face, and always stares at me or my house. He often looks at other women (who could blame him, look what he's married to) and young girls.

As far as I'm aware they have no children and no lives, they have a dog or two, vicious little shits, like their owners. They never think about going any place nice like the seaside or doing the things other people do at their age, for example knitting or going to bingo. It seems to be only us that she hates, she tries to be nice to everyone else but they all know she's a cow, it's in her face and you can see it.

Oh one more, I love this one... A few weeks ago she stopped someone in the street (who she knew wanted to move into a close opposite us where my Dad's brother lives) and advised her not to live there because there's an old man in there that causes trouble who is related to someone in this close, and you can't move in here either without a wheelchair!

No one in this close has a wheelchair apart from Dad, and she thinks its just one big act anyway. The lady said: "For your information, my daughter has a wheelchair, and either way it has fuck all to do with you, so..." (and in true Norfolk accent) "...FACK ORF!" - Pruneface rolled up her window and drove off!

I heard this from a friend of that woman who now lives in this close, and she will not have anyone talk to her like that. I can see the handbags being polished now!

Sometimes its a laugh, sometimes its sickening. Keeping happy and joking about it is what gets me through really. I could go on forever about them but I think I've taken over this thread enough as it is! I've just picked out some of the worst bits in my first post. Something happens every few weeks and its been like this for years now. She was actually told to leave or was thrown out of her last place because she stirred so much shit.

I know some people I can talk to, maybe they can give me some info on what to do.

Definetly go and see what options are open to you.

And good luck!

Nick Harvey wrote:Funny place this Norfolk, isn't it?

Yeah - tell me about it.... :roll:

Not neighbours, but stupid enough

The townie house I can see out of my window with decorations still up outside and in, with appears to be some king of non sexual brothel, with all sorts of boys and girls and men and women coming in and out of it all house of the day, all different people. Usually men in huge transit vans taking big white bags of stuff into the house then taking it back out again, and driving off. Very strange.

Must be this Skegness air, makes everyone ugly and have acne. Seriously.

Sorry to drag up someone else's old thread to moan about my neighbour again, but things have taken a strange turn, so some of you might be interested in a little update...

A friend who use to be my neighbour's friend (but stopped going round when she saw what she was like) was about the cross the road the other day when the evil one passed her in the car, and - in some sort of sick attempt to scare my friend - she swerved across the road missing her by just a few inches. If my friend was on the road at the time I'm sure she would've hit her...

In other news, I had a second visit from a guy from the Job Centre who said they've received more letters from this cow, but they're still satisfied that I have done no wrong, and after a quick signature he was gone again within minutes.

I'm determined to do nothing about it, I'm not quite sure why. I'm not exactly living in hell as a result of everything she has done or is trying to do, so I have nothing really to complain about. But she tried to harm a friend... could I really be living next to someone that is so evil and jealous that she could physically harm someone? Maybe I'm being a little paranoid but I'm starting to wonder how safe I am in my own home. It's just a tiny bit more serious now than it was before...

How about kidnapping one of her pets, and film it's death by electrocution.

Then post her the tape anonymously.

Lee wrote:I'm determined to do nothing about it

That's probably right. She's much more annoyed than you are, that's guaranteed. She clearly wants a reaction, so the most irritating thing you can possibly do to her is give her none whatsoever.

Jamez's suggestion sounds like a fab alternative! If I may suggest, hoever, how about killing the pet with needles rather than electrocution? It's just a waste of tape if you don't get the full 3 hours out of it!

I think her pets go through enough torture living with her don't they?!

I wanted to bag up horse muck and jam it through her letterbox, but it's too good for her. She absolutely hates me having large deliveries, I'm certain her recent actions are a result of the big boxes I've had, because she settled down slightly until I had a massive fridge delivered, then a washer/dryer. So there's only one thing for it. I've ordered a new cooker.

Tsk. What happened to the days when you did *vile* things to upset nosey neighbours?!

Personally, i'm of the opinion that you fight fire with fire. We had bad neighbours once and within 10wks of us moving in they put their house up for sale. Whatever they did to us we gave back twice as much. Everyone was pleased when they moved and now we have a happy neighbourhood.
There are loads of things you could do if you wanted to but you seem the sort of person who would rather avoid a confrontation.
When the witch goes away for a week or two, break into her property and sprinkle the carpet with cress seeds and give them a good watering.
I know loads of horrible little things but that would mean exposing my nasty streak.

Fireworks down the chimney?