My next door neighbour....
Back in the day, before Baby Stella put in an appearance, we lived in a small house next door to Mr and Mrs Stingy. They have been friends of ours and when we were looking for somewhere to live they found got us the house next door to them when the previous occupant, left, but I digress.....

It's lovely living next door your best mates, popping in and out for coffe. Run out of milk, sugar, beans? Wayhey, pop next door!

More often than not, on a Friday, the boys would be in next doors house smoking on 'tweed and playing Xbox, and us girlies would be in our house drinking wine and watching whatever soppy girly crap the men refused to watch.

However, it took me a few weeks to realise that it was me buying the wine, every week. Now Mrs Stingy gets paid 20k a year, Mr is not far behind her. Rent in those houses is only £350 a month. This was last year. Between them they have several nice vehicles.

It got to the point where I started buying 2 bottles of wine an evening, as one just isn't enough. And I don't like cheap wine. Subtle hints that it was her turn were just ignored. I stopped buying 2 bottles, just bought the one, and waited for her to go home before I opened it. Sometimes she stayed so late I didn't get to drink it. I was at my wits end. Goddamned if I'm going to subsidise her friday night drinking, this even continued while I was out of work for a while.

Finally my sister hit upon the perfect plan. I would ring her from the supermarket, say I was picking up a bottle of wine, and if she wanted one I would get it and and she could sort me out* when she came over! Job done! End of story? Not on your Nelly!

I haven't been drinking for a while as I got myself all pregnant, moved to a bigger house, and last month, when Baby Stella was 10 weeks old, the boys all went out on a stag do, and as I can't go out I invited the girls round here for a drink. Mrs Stingy was the only one that had no booze on her. Eyes were rolling so much I offered to walk to the offy** with her. She spied a nice bottle of Vodka, and said she would go halfs with R on it. She also declared she couldn't give R half the money yet as she only has her card on her, no cash (I am wise to this trick now, she always does it) so I told her to put it on her card and R could give her half back in cash. Lovely, all sorted. (Except R *didn't have enough cash* on her anyway, and I *forgot* to take my purse with me, so Mrs Stingy paid)

The best bit is, she got called away early for some reason or another, R couldn't drink much as her kiddie was at home, and I refused to let Mrs Stingy take the vodka, saying leave it here and share it with R next girls night in.
The next time she came around, as I was letting Mrs S in, Mr Stella was instructed to hide the vodka. Out of sight, out of mind. Then on the Friday afternoon, my mum took the baby, R's dad was picking her kiddie up from school and we drank the fucking lot.

So cheers Mrs Stingy, you tight arse fucker, me and R had the best afternoon ever on you, thanks a lot. I feel we deserved it!

This is the same Mrs Stingy that charged me £15 quid in petrol to pick me up from the hospital after I went there in an ambulance because Baby Stella stopped breathing, then about 3 days later got me to take her to the same hospital as she fell off her horse (her horse mind you, those fuckers don't come cheap!) and broke her leg! Did she give me the £15 quid back and call it quits? Did she Feck!


Best go now, it's Friday, she'll be here soon and I have to finish the wine before she shows up!

*with the cash, dirty b3tans!
** off licence

Length, this has been going on for 6 years!

Edit: She would also bring her phone to my house to charge it, and was always at my house when it was cold, to save her putting her own heating on I assume.
(leglesss let that be a lesson to you, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 21:57, 7 replies)

Fifteen pounds for petrol money !
to bring you back from the hospital !
Exactly how far away is the hospital? my car is not exactly economical, but £15 would drive me about 78 miles.
( turb0t, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 22:17, closed)

Oops
I missed the bit that said they have several nice vehicles. The one she used that night must have been that Vogue Ranger Rover that costs about £2 per mile to run.
( turb0t, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 22:18, closed)

Not a Range Rover,
But a modded up chav-mobile, worthy of last weeks QOTW. Does look nice though, if you're into that kind of thing! Hospital is around 20 miles. Didn't realise she was going to charge until we got back, was too exhausted and emotional from thinking my baby was going to die to argue!
(leglesss let that be a lesson to you, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 22:38, closed)

Stop being taken for a mug
ffs.

People who string you along like this know they're doing it. They're not friends, they're leeches. Been there, done that, sacked'em off.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 25 Oct 2008, 7:16, closed)

I'm clicking I like this...
...but its definately you and not her.
I suggest stabbing her next time she comes around trying to scab something off you for free. Thats how they have all the cash - from taking advantage wherever they can. Fuck her off out of it!

*clicky*
(Nogin the Nog is the good one! Beware Nogbad the Bad!, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 12:32, closed)

Simply tell her
"I'm sorry but, what with the baby and all, I just can't afford to keep you as a friend." Job done.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Tue 28 Oct 2008, 14:31, closed)

You haven't told us
what Mr Stella does. Does he take his own beers over? Supply the crisps? Could he have a word with his mate to sort his wife out?
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Wed 29 Oct 2008, 12:16, closed)