Mar 17, 2024
So, the neighbour's car's leaking oil again. Dad's gone full neighbourhood vigilante, reporting him to the authorities. The second time around, he's warned to fix it or cough up some cash. Mr. Grumpy Pants next door's convinced it's us. Had a bit of a squabble with him before, nothing major, just your usual neighbourly tiff.
And now, get this, in a move that screams, "I've got too much time on my hands," he's built a barricade of bins, right on our patch of grass. It's like he's declaring war, but instead of cannons, he's got rubbish bins. What a load of old bollocks. Gonna have to figure out how to dismantle this wall of waste without causing an international incident. Bloody bin fortress, who'd have thought?
