Next door are having a massive fight about google

When ds was 10 and dd was 7 they had a blazing row over who liked donuts more than the other 😂

Oh my fave argument overheard many many years ago.
Walking past a high rise, heard shouting, caught the last line, yelled with some ferocity by a clearly hacked off woman.
"Your dinners down the fucking chute"

A better line than your dinners in the dog eh.

Our neighbours once had a row over the colour of the packet of Salt and Vinegar crisps

To be fair that’s a serious and complicated issue.

The first row I ever had with Ex was over Phil Collins. I might have told him to 'fuck off and shove that right wing twat up your arse and then FAX it to me.' in front of all of his friends. Whom I'd just met for the first time.

I should have realised it was doomed then.

But milk in an omelette is an abomination!

DH and I had a blazing row about the appropriate number of cheeses to keep in the fridge.

I said that 6 was very acceptable (cheddar, feta, Brie, baby-bel, soft (Philadelphia) and Parmesan) he said than more than 2 was ridiculous.

In the end he said bloody well ask Mumsnet then - so I did AIBU and I wasn't - we didn't speak for 2 days

My (presumably drunk) former neighbours arguing about who left the unicorn in the garden.

Years ago myself and exh owned a ground floor flat upstairs were always rowing. Exh had gone outside to get the huge fluffs of tree pollen off our windows as it kept blowing inside. Upstairs started rowing, next thing you know she’s chucked a load of his clothes out the window, then he chucks hers exh managed to dodge them...then for some unknown reason one of them emptied the contents of the cutlery drawer out the window! That was when exh decided leave sorting the windows another day. We had to casually sit and watch tv while they both sheepishly came to pick up their posseesions when they finished the row 😂

Oh the capacity of the humble mushroom to cause a domestic rift EssentialHummus. We once had a real bitch about whether they should be chopped chunky or sliced in a stir fry. (Chopping option obviously as sliced ones stick to the wok under high temperatures, but he won't be told. However, have learnt that the way to get dinner cooked by him is to let him slice the frigging things.
He challenged my cooking of omelettes once. (To add a splash of milk or not.) He criticised, so he now cooks them. I've not cooked an omelette in 30 years LOL!

@Causeimunderyourspell these Bentleys cause a lot of problems don't they!

DH and I had an argument a couple of months ago as I wanted him to get the fan out the loft so I could sleep and he said he would get it at half time.
I wanted it right that second.
He said no.

So I turned off the tv and hid the remote.
He put the football on his phone and I tried to turn that off so he went in the garden.

I closed the door and locked him out and went upstairs.

He claimed - yes climbed - over the utility room extension and started incessantly ringing the bell. So I smugly unplugged it.

He was banging on the door for a good few mins before I left him back in. God knows what the neighbours must have thought.

In my defence I am pregnant and was clearly having a hormonal meltdown

I become absolutely frozen and petrified when I hear raised voices from neighbouring houses as I was in a relationship with someone who could not have any argument without it ending in breaking things or hurting me, and I often wonder now why neighbours didn't call the police. There is no way they could not have heard.
I am safe now but would urge anyone who is worried when they hear a violent row to please, please call the police.

I gave DH hell last week for half an hour because he hadn't talked to the neighbours about the thing he'd promised to talk to them about - he agreed to do it because I have got things wrong with them in the past and he now has the role of peacemaker. It culminated in him claiming that 2 weeks (the period of notice we agreed to give them for some work were getting done) was actually quite a vague term, and that it could easily have meant the same as 4 days (the amount of time left until said work would be done).

I was just you what mate? It's a weird mix of gaslighting and a fucking alternative reality in this house sometimes.

Not so much heard, but I witnessed two women having a punch up in a doorway I was wanting to go through. They stopped, apologised profusely to me, let me past and then started knocking seven bells out of each other again

On the weirdest topic, I witnessed an argument where one person stormed off over...the best type of network cable for use within home PC networks (clearly this was not last week).

DH and I recently had a bit of a contretemps over which one of us hated Trump the most.

I won.

Before I married DH and moved to the burbs of North America I rented an apartment with two Aussies.

It was total madness. The girl was obsessed with r and b music and used to play it at all hours. Regularly took smack, ecstasy and weed but managed to hold down a great job. Brought a different guy home at least 3 nights a week. From Friday to Sunday she just used to drink, take drugs and go out to meet fellas She barely ate or slept but looked amazing. Yes she was in her 20's but what the hell. I couldn't cope with dealing with all the random men in the living room every morning eating cornflakes etc so I moved out.

@GarkandGookin irony: just explained the jist of this thread to DH and then read yours out to him as it made me actually LOL. He then said dead pan, "yeah I totally agree, why would you want a fiesta parked by a Bentley?!" So I huffed "oh you've completely missed the fucking point" and now he's annoyed at me

Wow do they always argue so vehemently? Eastenders with proper swearing. Only in my dreams would I be this venomous and carefree.

Not heated much, but long running, me and dh about the pronunciation of bury (I've got an Australian accent), which progressed onto nougat. 35 years at the last count. I do remember shouting, when pissed, "it's not fucking nugget, you fucking ...nugget!"

My neighbours recently had a very loud row. She had been on the phone to her mum and didn’t hang up the phone beciase he was home😟.

They row all the time. They have both promised no more lies - I will be monitoring to see if they keep the pledge😂.

I now have incredible insight to their relationship. It’s not working☺️

God I really want to know what happens when he buys the "fucking expensive crackers"

I know but we never shall! Not following them around the supermarket to hear more is in my list of my top five life regrets.

'well you're not parking it next to the Bentley' and we had a blazing argument - we don't even do the lottery.

that's bloody brilliant!

Ex-BF and I once had a stand-up row about whether you should rinse mushrooms then chop the bottom bit off, or the other way round.

When I was a student we thought we lived next door to an abusive husband, we were seriously getting worried and debating what we would do about it. WE kept hearing really aggressive shouting "you're f*ing useless" "I hate you" "You're ruining my life, get the hell out of my face all the time". WE eventually realised it was a teenage boy shouting at his mum!

We recently rowed over how to wash net curtains. I don't know how DH is such an expert as he has never done it before...

One of our worst rows was about cars - if we won the lottery DH would buy a Bentley and I said I would keep my (then) Fiesta for popping to the shops etc. He said (really angrily) 'well you're not parking it next to the Bentley' and we had a blazing argument - we don't even do the lottery.