I've had hedgerows
But all I ever got in them was pop bottles and crisp packets.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 21:52, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Sounds like our front garden in my student days.
Our landlord couldn't be arsed to maintain the place and when we did eventually manage to clear it, there were cans in there for drinks you can't get any more.
( Maladicta, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 21:55, Reply)

We were so chuffed to find our dream house
That we somehow neglected to spot the sink comprehensive school at the top of the hill.

My ex-wife still lives there (I'm not an Edmund, we still get on fairly well) and it's moved from crisp packets to needles.

lovely.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 22:09, Reply)

It's such a shame.
My dream flat, the one I'm in now, has one lovely set of neighbours with a newborn, and the ones between us are awful: he knocks her about and kicks off properly once a month or so wanting to smash the door in, smash her up, and traumatising their offspring.
( Maladicta, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 22:13, Reply)

At least you can.
Lisa (ex Mrs TD) has found herself in serious negative equity now.

It's not an immediate problem as - chav issues aside - she has no real plans to move but the rapidly sinking reputation of the school (Hanson School, Bradford) is affecting the value of her house.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 22:19, Reply)

As if the housing market wasn't shit enough as it is :(
that's terrible. My parents are trying to move at the moment and not having much success (as far as I'm concerned it can take as long as it likes since I'll have to go up there to get all my stuff and I'd rather sleep with Jim Davidson than go and see them). I'm still renting at the moment and have given up all hope of ever owning my own home...
( Maladicta, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 22:21, Reply)