The former residents of both my current and last homes are coincidentally now my neighbours.
The last people to live in my last house got into serious debt and did a moonlight. They were seen in the wee hours, pushing a double bed loaded with everything they owned down the street and round the corner.

The house where I live now was extensively 'remodelled' by the former owners, who removed a supporting wall in the kitchen, so that the upstairs floors dropped a couple of inches - we'd joke that you could pass a bogroll under the wall from a bedroom to the bathroom.

They also artexed the ENTIRE house, floor to ceiling, built kitchen units and wall panelling out of old pallets and wired up wall lights to the cooker circuit. Tasteful, and no danger at all of electrocution.

I got the house cheap but it cost a bit to put right!

Both families have ended up living nearby. My milkman reckons the family who wrecked my current house are always tinkering with their new place and he seriously wonders how long it'll be before it falls down.

The 'debtor' family still had bailiffs popping round here until just a few years ago, and they routinely give my address for things that might cost them money.

Both families are known for being troublesome but they give me a wide berth - it's called keeping your head down!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 16:17, Reply)