yes i live in a crappy terrace with a crappy back yard that cats crap in (not mine, dont know where they come from) and all the rubbish from the street blows in front of the front door(no gate).
Front wall leaning over, full of kids climbing on my back walls using my outside toilet, climbing onto the dustbin,kicking footballs from the alley that our house backs on to.
The view from my back bedroom is more crappy terraced houses with yards, neighbours in their yards getting drunk, screaming at the kids, having barbeques in their back yards, fighting in the alley, at the weekend we get courting teenager couples (yuk) and people knock on my front door and say things like "Me mam wants to know do you have a spare onion".
Our car has had its wheels slashed,windows broken, eggs thrown on it oh and we also live right in front of a chippy and next to that is a bakery where all the work men congregate and eat their dinner outside, oh and my one of my sisters lives on the same street and we always know when each other are having an argument with our DH,s cos our kids run in each others house and tell them and my other sister lives at the back of me and we always know when she,s having an argument cos 9 times out of 10 the police get called, my mum and dad live across the road and my brother at the back.
Phew.....if you,ve got through all that you deserve a medal, now do i win first prize?