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The joys of living in a terraced house

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NoEffingWay · 08/10/2023 21:07

We have lived on our street for nearly four years. Our neighbours are generally alright however, some leave a bit to be desired:

Neighbour 1: has bought traffic cones to block off room outside his house-someone challenged him as it's just your bog-standard road-he shouted at them and said he was told by his landlord that the public road would be his ConfusedGrin. He now takes the cones in to his house when he's parked there (they belong the council who left them there by mistake!) so I can't hide them/bin them/take them to the tip.
Neighbour 2: quietly running a car refurb business by cover of darkness. They have a big dog which barks alll the time and keeps us all awake.
Neighbour 3: shouts at her kids but then is as nice as pie in public
Neighbour 4: is a lady of the night with a verry explicit website.

For reference: I live in a small naice village with a seemingly odd underbelly. I thought i was moving somewhere quaint after years in urban city living GrinConfused

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Nat6999 · 09/10/2023 01:29

I lived in a,1960's terrace when I was married, one neighbour was lovely, but the other side had an old man in when I moved in. He was one of those who you couldn't open your front door without him being outside wanting to know everything. My back garden was a wreck when I moved in, I had a skip booked & my family came & helped strip it back to bare earth ready for someone to come & put a fence all round & pave it, my mum looked up & noticed him stood at the window trousers round his ankles having a wank. Not long after ds was born, he really stepped up the being at the front door every time we arrived or left the house, I couldn't even go to the bin without him commenting. One day I had been to Mothercare to buy a travel cot & baby walker, it was a boiling hot day, ds had been up half the night teething, I had had to queue for ages to pay & was absolutely shattered & wasn't in the best of moods. When I arrived home he was at the front door again & commented something about I must have plenty of money because I was always out shopping. On a normal day, I would have just ignored it, but I flipped & gave him a mouthful, said hadn't he got anything better to do than spy on me & to mind his own fucking business, threw everything I had bought in the door & slammed it so hard the door nearly came off it's hinges. I never thought anything more of it until after tea I went to put all the packaging in the bin, opened the front door & there was a policeman stood in the doorway of his house. I tried to ask what had happened but as usual he wouldn't tell me. Our kitchen was at the front of the house & as I was loading the dishwasher saw an undertakers van go past, we lived on a walkway with just a path separating us from the houses opposite, some time after me giving him a mouthful he must have died, his daughter lived on the other side of the estate but couldn't have had a key & when she couldn't get in contact had rung the police who had broken in & found him dead. I spent a week expecting a knock on the door to arrest me for causing him to die.

When I was a kid, we lived in an old terraced house, four houses to a yard, I loved it, I was the only child in the yard & was spoilt rotten by all the neighbours. My mum & dad had moved in not long after they had got married & everyone had taken them under their wing. One neighbour was a painter & decorator & taught my mum & dad to wallpaper, another came & checked my mum had cooked the turkey enough the first time she cooked a Christmas dinner, they were proper neighbours. At one house there was a lady who had never married & her mum, she was like a second mum to me, she babysat if my mum & dad went out, was a fantastic dressmaker & made me lovely dresses, I even went round nearly every morning for breakfast. She had a caravan at the seaside & her & another friend who was on her own took me & her niece away for the weekend, she was my mum's best friend. When I was one I was diagnosed with hip dysplasia & spent nearly a year in spica pots, her & her mum helped my mum during the day when my dad was at work keeping me entertained & playing with me. It was more than just a yard with four houses, it was like an extended family, at Easter & whitsuntide it was tradition that I always had new clothes & went round all the neighbours to show them who all gave me 50p, they bought me birthday & Christmas presents. When my brother was born, he was really poorly & spent a month in NICU, all the neighbours looked after me so my mum & dad could go to the hospital to visit him & for my mum to learn the best way to feed him ready for coming home. The old saying that it takes a village to raise a child is true, I had everything I needed in that yard, it was my world, I had love & security that there was always someone looking out for me. We moved to where my mum lives now when I was seven, it broke my heart leaving there even though my mum & dad continued to be friends with everyone who lived there & I saw them regularly. Even now fifty years later when I think about my childhood the house we moved to was just a house, that little terraced house was home.

Gnomegarden32 · 09/10/2023 01:42

Lovely neighbours either side, but one if them has a dog that barks every time there’s the slightest noise or when anyone comes to the door. They then pointlessly shout at the dog. Every time. It drives me mad when they shout the dog’s name - dogs take hearing their name as a reward and so are confused. Always amazes me that people get dogs without doing the slightest bit of research into how to train them.

Also their kids like to opera sing at 6am 😬

BetiYeti · 09/10/2023 02:31

I grew up in a terraced house with fairly thick walls, didn’t hear much noise from neighbours. Moved into another terraced house with boyfriend. Thin walls meant we could hear everything our neighbours did. Worst was the guy next door leaving for work at 5am every day and making sure his family knew about it, stomping around and slamming doors (he was a right horrible prick to his family). Then the night before his day off, he’d be getting high and drinking with his mates until the small hours and we’d hear it all. Sold up and moved into a detached.

Yes to PPs saying their terraced homes were warmer, ours was lovely and warm!

Flatandhappy · 09/10/2023 04:46

Lived in a three story terrace, everyone’s kitchen and bathroom were downstairs. DS was a home birth, I delivered in the bathroom. A few days later I bumped into one of the two middle aged men who lived next door and said happily “oh just letting you know baby has been born”. He looked at me deadpan and said “I know, we heard”. Oops.

CeriB82 · 09/10/2023 06:47

I grew up in a terrace (back in the day where people got on) and loved it.

then moved in with DH to a terraced house in a different village. He knew many I didn’t (his area). I remember people congratulating me on my pregnancy and I hadn’t told people (only mum) but next door saw the midwife at mine when she came to my booking-in appointment. She watched everything!

12 years ago we moved to proper rural where I don’t have neighbours. I could hang my washing wearing nothing and no one could see

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