Does anyone else have weird neighbours?

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The man who lives below me, every time I fart he goes "ohh" I take it he can hear me but It is weird, why does he do this lol do you have weird neighbours?

Previous next door neighbours were weird. Seemed a normal couple at first, then one morning as I left for work the wife was on her doorstep practically eating a man's face. 'Good morning' she said. This man wasn't her husband !
She moved this man in, the husband moved out and went to live with another woman.
Don't know if it was an open marriage or something. Divorced now.
The new man though caused havoc in the street a few times though, abandoned his van in the middle of the road and was swearing at other neighbours when they asked him to move it.

In a previous house next door. Man used to mow the lawn in his underwear. One day He tore down the fence separating our gardens, turned the slats over and put it back together.
While I was on maternity leave they put us down as the delivery address for a massive price of furniture without asking. I refused the delivery and he came round that night ranting and raving that I was supposed to have it. Eh, I don't think so.

Our NDNs have 2 young-teenage children. We've lived here for 18 months and only seen the girl once! The boy about 4 times. Its a running joke now. Really really odd.

We live in a small block of flats and have nicknames for most of our neighbours...all of which are very strange indeed. There are Mr & Mrs Bitchtits who walk around naked in their flat 90% of the time (and REALLY shouldn't I might add ), then there is The Beggar who knocks on our door at least once a week and asks to borrow money for the bus (????), there is the Bin Pervert who spends an unnatural amount of time in the lockable bin storage area (who knows what he does in there ). I could go on and on but you get the gist...

Bigus That's really strange, don't they go to school? They could be home schooled but you'd think they'd still be coming and going..

Saying that though, it depends what the layout is. I live in a block of four flats and I have never seen two people who live next door in 6 years! I know they are there though (from other neighbours) but it's a case of no driveways/garages so no-one ever potters about at the front. Council maintains the gardens and buildings so no-one ever out doing any home improvements. When you leave the house you get straight in the car. The building is placed diagonally so when I look out of my window I can't see their path etc. It feels weird that I'm a few metres away from people I've never seen!

Well you know what Shakespeare said , "A fart in time saves nine."
And then of course there was Rabbi Burns:

"Where e’ere ye be let yer wind gan’ free
Ouer wind'll be the death o' thee
Fit a fuss at a rabbie’s party
Ower the sake o one wee farty"

' a rabbi's party' of course

There are of course those famous moments when one wishes one could undo a stormy moment, such as when the lift stops at the next floor and the doors slowly slide open for the one baby faced office boy you ever had erotic dreams about... This is what the French so deftly call "un fart accompli" n'est-ce pas?

A couple of years ago we lived in a ground floor flat. The garden was (stupidly) shared and quite small. We had french doors that opened directly into the shared garden and if standing in the garden you could see directly into our living room and kitchen. Most neighbours never used the garden because it felt quite intrusive, but of course we had an odd couple above us. Every so often in the summer they would have a load of mates round for salsa dancing parties in the garden! They would all be chatting and dancing directly in front of our doors. So strange. I used to open our french doors and stand there looking at them and get all passive aggressive over it. It felt like such an invasion of privacy although they were entitled to use it!

They moved eventually, but then some other weird neighbours moved in. They had relatives living in a different time zone, so would skype them at an ungodly hour. Once we were woken at 4am by them "singing" shouting happy birthday at the top of their lungs into skype. I used to bash the end of the broom into the ceiling like some mad woman. Made no difference.

We moved in the end.

We have new neighbours two doors down. She is English we are Scottish. I thought her strange behaviour may be normal south of the border but welsh friends commented on it, so maybe not...

She walks to the end of the driveway several times a day to smoke, nearly always in her (very short) dressing gown. Why she can't just smoke in her large back private garden I don't know.

In the mornings she puts her kids in the car to school and leaves them sitting in there for up to 10 minutes while she smokes.

All the neighbours talk about her doing this, we all think its wierd but other than that, they seem okay so far.

That's really abusive language to use to an eight year old! I'd be calling social services if I overheard that

Ok, this will probably out me: When we lived in flats we had a neighbour who had massive domestics with his gf. Screaming, yelling, physical abuse too. One night we were woken to a horrendous noise, turns out he'd chucked her off the balcony over the shared back garden. Obviously police involved etc. When we went round to the garden the next morning, the patio area of the girl that lived below them looked like the hammer house of horrors, there were draggy blood handprints all over the doors, blood all over the decking. Apparently she had been scrabbling at the doors wailing for help in the middle of the night.

He was arrested but I don't think anything came of it. They were back together a few months later We moved out.

We've had some weird neighbours down the years. We lived in a bedsit in a row of converted houses. I think we were the only ones who worked (first time living together, very poor). Dh complained about a party at 3am one morning as we had to sleep and they chased him back threatening to kill him.
We moved out the same day but a week later someone who looked similar to dh was found dead on the doorstep a week later, killed by the man who had threatened dh.

Our current Ben got drunk one night, tried to climb over the fence into our garden whilst shouting abuse at dh through the window. She wanted to fight with him and was yelling for him to go out.
Dh and I were pissing ourselves laughing, especially as she was stark bollock naked at the time.

She thinks we are weird.

The person in the flat above me leans over her balcony and shouts at non-residents when they park in one of the spaces designated for residents only.

She doesn't have a car.

My Mum used to have next door neighbour's who would refuse to recycle (said they were too busy) then, when their bin got full, would put their rubbish in my Mum's bin. My Mum would then take their rubbish out her bin and leave it on their doorstep. I think this went on for a while.

My Dad is a weird neighbour. A couple living down the street have a pair of cats. My father is CONVINCED that, as they both work, they cannot possibly be looking after the cats properly and therefore lets these cats in and gives them treats. This irritates the neighbours no end. And my Mum finds it incredibly embarrassing.