moving house
we moved to a house in the west country , it was a little skanky we thought on viewing but it was cheap and I'd fancied the grand designs/sara beewhiningcoweeny challenge.
we got scabies in the first week.
when I pulled the wallpaper off-it was hanging loose-because they'd wallpapered over where the old man used to sleep and the 3ft circular blob of old man hair grease had defied the power of polycel.
there were handgun lock boxes in ALL bedrooms and where they'd had a dart board, (3bedrooms) y'could see the dart holes, the knife holes, the air pellet/bb holes and then finally: bullet holes...
hidden in the overgrown garden was a range of toilets, tin buckets, water tanks, baths etc all shot to shit with shotguns & handguns.
the bailiffs attempted to get cash from me for their debts, the postman tried to deliver registered letters for them/get us to sign.
and deliveries would be made: CD's books, fridges with the suggestion 'the *****ons will pick em up later'
dodgy geezers (loud exhausts, boom music and IQ supressors = baseball caps)would casually drop by for car parts and/or just a taste of speed?
occasionally (12 months + later) i'd find em scouting around outside at odd times day/night 'looking for things left behind...'
felt it prudent not to ask what.
tho' the range of dog skeletons was a surprise I could've happily missed as a 'life event' when planting a rose bush. it ended up 15ft wide of where i'd initially thought for it to go.
faintly wafty? oh yes indeedy

girth? choke a greyhound...
(mickturate if i could be arsed i'd be bored, Thu 12 Apr 2007, 14:23, Reply)