I’m not sure to be honest. I’d take a punt that he’s out of work at the moment, but he clearly knows something as he talked his way out of it. I’m sure if there was really no issue with the parking, the police wouldn’t have knocked on, taken a photo and say he’s going to have a word with them, he’d have said he can’t do anything from the off.
But, he never seems to be at work. It only caught my attention when he came home late morning one day in a suit, every time I’ve seen him come and go he’s been in normal clothes, so I’d assume he’d been to an interview. It would explain the ‘downsizing’, apparently he moved from a house that had a garden bigger than our street, bless. His wife told us she was a nurse (her excuse for needing somewhere to park, god knows) but she wears black clothes and a yellow lanyard so hardly frontline NHS. I can only assume they’re career criminals. Fuck me, I’m like a stalker.
The officer who came tonight told us to put in a complaint about harassment, I told him I had, he said it would be being dealt with, I told him it wasn’t because I spoke to an officer over the phone who didn’t even mention that, just the parking issues, so that got completely ignored which is concerning come to think of it, it’s like they don’t want to deal with it.
He said he’d pass it on to the neighbourhood team (?) and I’ve just sent a complain to the anti social behaviour team at the council. Scraping a barrel now but I don’t think I’ve ever been so stressed in my life. It’s hard enough being a first time parent, but to be in and out of hospital with him and then have to deal with knob heads like this, there’s no escape...
I don’t want to sound like a dick with this but they only rent, we own, so how can they be allowed to make us feel like prisoners in our own home? 