Unreasonable batshit neighbours - what have yours done?

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Something on another thread (about outside sockets for Christmas decorations) made me think of this.

A couple of years ago my upstairs neighbours (we're in maisonettes) decided to install a plug socket outside. Only it wasn't an actual proper outdoor socket, just a normal socket like you'd have in your living room ... But on a brick wall outside.

It is gone now. But - wtf?!

Assuming I am not BU about this!

But ... now I'm curious - What's the most batshit thing others' neighbours have done?

How very Victorian 🤣

Not sure if this qualifies as neighbours but I lived in halls and in my first term I not only heard the loudest sex ever witnessed to my knowledge, but also walked in on someone having sex in the shared kitchen at about midday.

I was stalked by neighbour and one of the first things he did to get me to talk to him was taking out/bringing my bins in. A few times he deliberately went out and did it when my mum had pulled up to visit and would chat to her outside getting info about me (she's the type of person who feels rude not talking to someone).

I once had a neighbour complain that we were laughing too loud on a Saturday night (during lockdown) and we were disturbing them.

My apology over text was responded to with a very lengthy rant from the husband about how he drives heavy good vehicles and if he doesn't get his sleep, he will crash his lorry and kill people and he'll have to go to prison and never seen his daughters again and do I want that on my conscious?

Absolute batshit. Was glad when they moved.

That sounds familiar. Did you have a MN thread at the time?

Bloody hell. Hope you're ok now.

I did indeed. It went on for years and she became progressively more eaten up with fury that I wouldn't do exactly what she wanted. Leading to her slagging me off to other neighbours who were totally nonplussed about it all.

The older couple who lived opposite my parents were very odd. Front room furniture positioned so they could look into my parents' front room. Obsessed with the doings of others and very combative. They would come out and shout at children playing in the cul-de-sac, keep and puncture footballs that strayed too close and put nails and tacks in the road to puncture children's bicycle tyres if they rode past.

At one point I acquired a lovely Staffordshire Bull Terrier. They became obsessed by and very over-invested in him. I grudgingly allowed them to dog-sit him while I was at work. The lady would walk him for hours at a time and indulged him. I would come back home to find love-letters from her to the dog left for him in the kitchen. One day she invited me in to her house as she had something to show me. There were framed photos of my dog on the wall in their lounge, but that wasn't what I'd been invited to see.

Upstairs in their house, I was shown into their box-bedroom. It was a shrine to the dog. Photos everywhere. Papers with muddy/inky pawprints. A pile of shed fur carefully gathered and piled on a cushion. Copies of all the love-letters she'd written him. Things he'd chewed and abandoned with his teeth-marks in them. I was stunned. It was like that scene in I'm Alan Partridge where Alan goes to the home of a fan, switches on a light and finds himself in a room with a life-sized effigy of himself and the walls entirely papered with pictures of himself.

But although the dog was the main star of the shrine, the room was actually shared between three; with lesser but equally batshit shrines to the lady's other two loves. Steven Gerrard and Ronnie O'Sullivan.

Leave marmalade sandwiches out for the foxes. Apparently marmalade has vitamin C and is good for them.

There was a huge divide of what posters thought. I thought it was odd.

I'm on the odd side for unsolicited bin-putting-out, but compared to most of the posts I'd probably be grateful if that was as bad as it got!

I'm certainly feeling extremely grateful for the collection of very normal pleasant people I share a street with.

They've moved now and to be honest after that incident they weren't too bad.

Best thread in ages 😁

We have 2 spaces for parking at the back of our house which is shared between 4 houses. One of the neighbours, who cannot see these spaces, the moment someone moves their car they move one of theirs round to occupy the space. Thing is this means they have to then walk round to the front of their house past 2 other houses and a green, where there is a lay-by that is always empty. They must sit watching to see if someone drives down the back driveway or they may have a camera. I’ve looked and can’t see one though. Very strange people in other respects as well!

Put bin bags on washing line 🤣

@CloudPop in a weird way it was the worst thing and best thing that happened to me all at the same time. Dark times lol.

We lived on a street where it was flats all along, three flats per 'house'. We were in the middle one and upstairs/downstairs didn't get on and argued regularly. One day they'd had another argument and as I was sat working, I noticed something out the corner of my eye and looked to see a stream of household rubbish dropping into downstairs's garden from upstairs. Never found out what that was about.

NDN now is obsessed with jet washing and a few times a year will spend up to 8 hour a day jet washing whatever it is. This usually happens at weekends. He also used to burn cardboard at the end of his garden, which is right outside our house and once did this on a sunny bank holiday Sunday when all our windows were open, so the house filled with smoke. I had washing on the line so complained and he's moved his incinerator elsewhere, thank goodness.

Sounds like she's got undiagnosed and untreated psychosis and PTSD from WW2, possibly a childhood under occupation. She will have heard the adults around her talking about the occupying German forces and because it was a childhood memory the facts are garbled and have been embellished over time.

Burned a mattress on his front drive and sat and watched 🔥

Mine just don't talk to me. At all. For 10 years. My dp once knocked to offer to paint about 2 feet of the end of their fence (kinda linked to mine before their garage starts, just to finish it off) and got a right earful.

Good church going folk too... Of course I always make the effort to say hello when I see them...

Terraced street, there's an old fella a few doors down used to get a bit territorial over parking. It's rare anyone gets to park outside of their own house but he seemed to think only he could park outside his own house. He's given up driving now thankfully.

Once we had bathroom fitters in and this old fella came storming into my house shouting they were parked too close to his gate and the young lad driving had given him verbals. The young lad worked with his dad who gave him a mouthful back and I was just stood in the hallway thinking wtf while he this neighbour was going off on one. He looked at me and said "Well, what are you going to do!?" I ushered him out while telling him he's the only person who has any problems with parking.

My mam lived over the road and a few weeks ago she needed an ambulance. The street was busy and the ambulance had blocked a car in due to where they had parked. The old bugger was over complaining that the neighbour who's car it was (not even his own), couldn't go to work. I couldn't believe the audacity of him. I hope when the hearse was parked up outside last week blocking cars in he was sat peeking out the window fuming to himself.

My batshit (utterly grasping) neighbour decided to turf out the nice family living next door (terrace of three) with two kids, and start an Air BnB. This was at the beginning of Covid, so it didn’t work out so well - then they thought it was a great time to rent out the house as an illegal HMO for foreign students from Brazil (had one of the highest infection rates at the time). There were literally three storey bunk beds pressed up against the windows and a huge influx of randoms that proceeded to party, vomit and trash the place, with a large crowd of other randoms they invited in, despite the lockdown restrictions. I hope they had (and still have - we moved) a huge, huge bill in repairs, the poor family they kicked out were lovely.

I lived downstairs in a 2-storey maisonette. Shared access to the garden but separate doors.
My upstairs neighbour would look the garden gate so no-one, including postman, deliveries etc, could get in.
I had to threaten legal action to get him to stop.

I think I love her!

She told me once that she had been a spy during the Cold War - totally feasible that this was true. Although if she was doing the 5 hat thing back then it would have made her somewhat difficult to blend in.

A couple of years ago, in the middle of a really hot (37°C) Saturday afternoon, the man next door decided to start a bonfire in his back garden. Luckily he didn't have much to burn, but most people were in their gardens and had washing out. And if it is already 37°C why would you want to be near a bloody fire chucking stuff on it?! Other than that they were okay neighbours.