DH would never let me but we have been at war with our neighbours since they moved in 2 years ago. We have been here for 11 years. I love this house but it’s going to court and it won’t end there. I feel like a prisoner. I want to sell once it’s all sorted. But for stupid silly money, so I can get a beer swilling, screaming wife, 6 obnoxious kids and 2/3 barking dogs living here. With motorbikes and everything else possible to annoy stuck up, entitled twits next door. Then I can just sit back and watch the chaos unfold. Iabu of course I wouldn’t do it. It be nice to though. I’ve spent most of the day imagining we had enough money to buy a house we loved and then hold auditions for the worst family ever and then just giving them the house. It’s nice to dream! I can’t be the only one to sit and dream the most ridiculous ways I can cut my nose of to spite my face!