Trying not to drip feed. We have a really annoying next door neighbour, she's kind but just so irritating. Not compared to other people's horrible neighbours, but still annoying.
She borrows our things and takes ages giving it back. She uses her kids to sort of guilt us into lending her things, like "oh can we borrow a tin opener, we don't have one and we don't have anything in for the girls to eat." or "can I borrow your hoover, the girls' room needs doing and they can't play in it until it's tidy" Hoover was gone for two weeks, not much of a problem as we mostly just use a brush because the hoover's a bit crap but even after we asked it took a week.
Her house produces a lot of waste, when they moved in they stole our bin acquired a new bin. They manage to fill both of them. One week she asked if she could put a bin bag in our bin on collection day. She put in two and the bin men complained saying if it happens again then they have the right to refuse to empty it because the lid wouldn't shut.
This neighbour always complains about how tight money is, her kids go to a school a short distance away. My mum asked her if she finds it difficult getting there and if she needs a hand with her shopping and she said no, she just hates walking. Every day she knocks at our house to use our phone to ring a taxi. Fair enough, your choice, just stop telling me how poor you are when I can't even afford to get a bus a day. She then gets a cab back, cab to town, cab back with shopping. It adds up.
She also has parcels delivered EVERYDAY. I'm not even exaggerating, she is a SAHM and I know her DP's job and I can't fathom why they'd need so many. Non of my business, but she's never bloody in! We said we could accept them, but we didn't realise the frequency and size of the parcels and I'd feel crappy going back on my word.
Now this is where I'm getting pissed off. (Bravo if you've read this far)
I'm sat in my house on mumsnet with the dog. I don't have anything that needs doing. My hair is a mess I think. I haven't actually braved the mirror yet and I'm in my sister's dressing gown which is an age 14-15 dressing gown, covered in stars.
I hear a knock at the door. I get up and it's a parcel delivery for next door. I sign for it and resume my important mumsnetting business.
Then another knock, another parcel. This one's bigger, it's heavy and fragile. It's windy and I've lost my dignity whilst signing. I can barely lift it but the guy lets my struggle. Oh well.
Then another knock at the door. I ignore it. He comes to the window and we make eye contact. He sees me in all my slovenly glory. So I get up. I answer the door.
"Hiya, I rang your neighbour because she's not in and she said just give the parcel to next door, can you take it in?" I tell him I don't have much room left, he says he'd really appreciate it otherwise they'd have to rearrange delivery. So I agree, he goes to the monster truck and pulls out a massive heavy parcel which is now blocking the hall.
Aibu to drag them all to her garden and set them on fire? I've got nothing better to do other than seethe over parcels. I know I'm going to told to mind my own business, but when they're knocking at your house and getting parcels delivered then I think it is my business!