Freds relationship with his neighbour

For Flammable Ben

So, we moved in to this place in 1993 and everything was blue skies. Our neighbours were an old couple called Den and Barb who even babysat Jenna for us when she was a baby so we could grab the occasional night out.

Unfortunately both Den and Barb passed away within 4 months of each other in 1999.

Den and Barb had lived in the house since it was built in 1952 so there was no garage etc, as where the previous occupiers of ours had put a garage and 4th bedroom extension on.

Anyway, we got a new neighbour, young proffessional Asian chap called Rames Sing. Really nice bloke. and things were going great.

We even gave him the key to our place so he could clear the post etc when we went on hols and water the plants.

Anyway, in 2002 he applied for planning permission to build a garage and 1st storey extension to the side of his property (that is adjacent to ours).

I went round and said that basically I had no objections bar one..........the boiler flue (which was fitted in our garage) would be blocked if any building works commenced, and that we should come to some arrangement about re-siting the boiler.

Considering we had spent 3k on a new kitchen not 6 months prior to this it posed a problem as to the new siting.

Anyway, 3 weeks later, at 07.30 one morning we heard an almighty din and opened the blinds to see a mini JCB digging footings.

"how can this be ?" thought Fred....................he must have been granted planning permission, and just accepted the situation and got ready for work.

I said to Lisa that I would pop round and sort out the boiler after work.

So...................I shoot off to work and get a phone call from the missus to say that all our power is off as the JCB has just cut through our cable.

It is our supply and we need to pay to get it reconnected and the claim back off the culprits.

OK Fred's seriously not happy now, but I pay it because we need heat light etc.

Gets back home and goes next door and remonstrates, only to be told that the guy wont reimburse me because the electricity cable was laid too shallow.

So I says fucking do one..........your cowboy builders just yeeeeehaaaard at the ground without ant thought and this bloke tells me to fuck off out of his house.

Im fucking livid

Goes back to work in the morning and decide to complain to the building inspector.....................gets through to the right department only to be told that the guy has not even had the plans approved yet.

Anyway..........the building inspector comes round the next day and shuts the work down. The builders say "Fuck this" and move on to another job.

Mr Sign then comes round in the evening and starts offering me out.

I am alone with Jen as Lisa is at work so politely tells him to fuck off.

So, he applies for planning permission retrospectively and I object on the grounds that it will interfere with my property (boiler installation)

It comes to the hearing and against everybody's belief it gets granted.

I am fucking cunting gobsmacked.

I have now got to pay £1500 to move my boiler to the kitchen, and rip out 2 new cupboards in the process all because of this twat.

So I get the boiler moved and I settle back down to life, albeit a bit pissed off

Anyway

we started getting up in the morning to find white paint being splattered all over our patio (I thought it was bird shit first off)

this was at the exact time that he had the decorators in doing the extension.

Anyway.................Freds a little mad now.

About 3 weeks later, he gets the old landscape gardeners in and they do a grand job

Their biggest mistake was to put 3 tonnes of topsoil down for 3 days before laying the turf.

So........................... On the second night at 02.30 in the morning you could have seen Fred on a step ladder throwing great big handfuls of "Barratts Wild Flower Seeds" all over his newly raked topsoil.

2 days later the turf goes down.

3 months later the turf gets dug up due to all the shit and thistles etc growing through the lawn.

Turf gets dug up

Fred repeats the exercise

Mr Sing repeats the exercise

Fred repeats the exercise

Mr Singh repeats the exercise

Mr Singh is now on his 3rd lawn in 2 years and I have not finished yet..................

The moral of this story ?

DONT FUCK WITH ME AND MINE