Before we were neighbours..
I live in a recently built block of 6 cute Pseudo-Neo-Tudorbethan ish houses, on a street of mostly grand Victorian 3 story villas, and Lyme trees, in a little country town.

The local developer that built our houses was so dodgy that when the time came to connect them to the main sewer, the only firm that could, only would with cash up front (Unheard of in the building, apparently) Said dodgy developer raised the cash by flogging the block to a housing association. This was a good thing for me, since I could live with my children on a lovely street with Victorian houses and Lyme trees, etc etc.. Not so lovely if you lived there, according to my mate six doors up.. Concerned residents raised a hundred-signature petition against the purchase by the housing association since, and I quote...

"They'll move single parents in, and there'll be all night parties, and orgies, and all their kids will be car thieves, and they won't keep their fronts nice, and they'll lower the value of your house"

Obviously he laughed at the funny little man with the petition and then told me all about it.

Welcome to the Neighbourhood, then. We never did find out where the parties were.

Edit/ Sorted spelling, etc.. I'm sorry I have a cold..
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 9:10, Reply)