Oh heck here is where I et off steam. Have told them all on here. Well, many of them.
So a quick tour round the highlights.
The Great Dog Kicking Incident. I'm woken up by the woman's voice screaming "Get out of the fucking car!" Thinking she's talking to her kids and I might have to ring the SS/NSPCC again (pointless as they never do owt anyway), I looked out to see the woman dragging their elderly, cancer ridden (as it turned out) dog from the car boot, throwing it to the concrete driveway and lovely husband kicked it 4 times in the stomach. Child - then about 3 or so - watched with dispassionate boredom. RSPCA could do nothing as I hadn't filmed it (My phone downstairs, and it was over in seconds). And they denied. Inspector rang next week to update me after I rang them again having seen the man burying the dog in a shallow grave (literally 18" deep) by his back door. I thought he'd killed it but it turned out PDSA vet had put it to sleep as it had advanced cancer. RSPCA had said to me that they must be caring pet owners as "They were going backwards and forwards to the vet". But I suspect that was after they got the calling card the RSPCA Inspector thoughtfully left as they were out when she first visited.
His 2AM arrest - hours of DV and screaming. Police kindly escorted the two kids out to wave him off then allowed the drunk woman and her dodgy drunken friends to return to the house with the kids. (She had been the one drunkenly running around the front garden, before coppers arrived).
Her 2AM arrest - see post on other neighbour thread today. Ended with him left alone, drunk in charge of the kids - screaming DIE OF CANCER repeatedly for an hour til police turned out again, told him he was a slightly naughty boy, and left him to it.
Endless inappropriate shouting. We call him Foghorn Leghorn his voice is so loud.
He's an amateur radio ham so we regularly hear his broadcasts when we tune in to radio 4. He has a mast that is higher than his house roof. Oddly, his radio conversations consist of him saying how great the wife and kids are (when half an hour later he was dragging one or t'other out into the garden threatening to bury them). Or what a great dog owner he is.
He climbs trees like a monkey to put up his stupid aerials then stickybeaks in our garden to see what we're doing. One tree he has denuded of half its branches. It belongs to us.
He has 6 CCTV cameras - so captures every angle of our garden and the field opposite where my kids play football. He is unemployed and no-=one else here has CCTV cameras not even the nneighbours with the swimming pool and heli-pad...
One highlight is the racist rants in the garden. He thinks 'they' stole his job. He is showing no signs of looking for a job.
Another popular rant is why the council won't buy him carpets.
It's a beautiful house in a spectacularly pretty location. He somehow scored this despite being kicked out of the neighbouring council area for ASB. And he has to pay bedroom tax yet despite this the council rented it to him.
The fragrant wife wears a dirty black coat winter or summer. She struts around like Bez in the 1990s. She is in her 20s and he is in his 50s so they are a bit creepy. She has a prison tattoo on her arm with his name on.
He gardens obsessively. Yet he never plants a single plant. SO now his garden consists of large areas of dug over soil. But nothing in it. During the recent contretemps he ran out with a spade at 1AM and threatened to bury one of them (I didn't hear this - another neighbour did).
Ah yes and the garden feature. He obsessively prunes trees and makes ten foot high piles of tree branches. (Sometimes my trees - I don't care as he only prunes his side). Council workmen gave me a new fence and in knocking down the old hedge, they accidentally disturbed one of the tree cutting piles. A swarm of rats ran out and the workmen told me afterwards there were heaps of dirty nappies and soiled dressings and microwave meal for one packets... The garden is neat in the extreme. The tree piles are to cover up the rubbish piles.
Anyone in North Yorkshire recognise these dicks and used to live next to them? (She looks like Skeletor and has a gruff voice - he is bald and tiny). I'd love to chat to their old neighbours.