What happened at Toad Hall
I lived in a flat with a couple of young chaps. We used to call it Toad hall as it was a rather symetrical shape and it amused us to do so. At some stage it had been terribly flooded - in the cupboard under the stairs you could see a water make that would come up to your chest (or even over your head if you are the vertically challenged type)
In any case the flooding and depth of have nothing to do with my story which hinges around the Samoan family(?) living next door.

'Toad Hall' was a two story building and was divided in half vertically. We had one side, they had the other.

The back yard was made of sterotypes - our lawn was mowed and vegetables grew in the garden. They had managed to grow an old car with no wheels and obscure the fact by letting the grass grow freely.

I have two abiding memories
#1 - The day they fixed a car
Car outside bonnet up. Two of the neighbour disappear inside and re-appear having accesorised in white dust coat and a beer each. Hammers and screwdrivers may have been involved. They obviously had no idea but I liked the fact that they made a very real effort to look the part.

#2 - The day of inclement weather
As suggested earlier, these were not gifted green thumb types. Mostly the garden was dead and dying.
One sunny afternoon returning from work I was unlocking the front door when I felt spits of rain. Must get the washing in I think when I realise that the rain is mostly a yellow stream from out of the upstairs window. I don't think this was a one off as the patch of grass underneath said window was well dead...

Not long after I moved to get away from the fundementalist flatmate but that's another story.

Length? Long enough to get past the windowsill
(schrodingers cat now you see me, or not, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 9:10, Reply)