So my stepdad bought me a really nice doormat. I didn't think you could call a doormat nice, but nevertheless, it's a decent one. I'm getting fed up of people rubbing mud on my beige carpet so the doormat solved this problem.
Anyway, got home today and my doormat was still in place.. Went to go to the shop about an hour after and our matts had been swapped. Their bird shit covered mat was neatly placed in front of my door and our nice new one was neatly in front of theirs.
So I swapped then back.
Got back from the shop 20 mins later. Doormats swapped again! Absolute cheek!
So I threw their doormat at their front door and took ours in.
Im sick of it. I took my bins out yesterday and we have to go through a gully as they're terraced houses and all their black bags full of god knows what that are attracting rats were right in front of my gate. I couldn't get the bins out and dp had to move them. I still had room in my bin so I put a few bags in for them.
I can't even have a doormat by the looks of it 🙄