Our upstairs neighbours have never been particularly friendly. I find this difficult as I am still friends with both sets of neighbours I have lived next to in London. They have not been rude, they merely have no wish to fraternize with either myself or Julie since we have been living here. Last week, I was rather shocked to hear them vacuuming the stairway. Whilst this might not seem particularly odd to most people, you have to bear in mind that these neighbours have shown absolutely no interest in cleaning the communal areas of the house. When we arrived here, they had been walking over 2 YEARS worth of junk mail to get to their flat. Recently they broke the banister up the stairs and whilst is doesn't affect us on the ground floor, broken plaster was splattered across the carpet of the stairs for about a month - until I hear them vacuuming.
It turns out that they are moving out and presumably this little cleaning ploy is an aid to getting their deposit back. That's all well and good and I certainly shan't miss them, but what is pissing me off is the amount of crap they are depositing in the front garden before they go. Both Julie and I have spent a lot of time making the front garden look halfway decent. Left to The Haywoods Group, a pathetic bunch of cowboys who call themselves Estate Agents, the front garden would be the rotting mess of mattresses, rampant weeds and rubbish that it was when we moved in.
I should not mind. The important thing is that their leaving will mean that finally, somebody from Haywoods will have to come in and either
a)Re-decorate for the new tenants or
b)Show new tenants around.
The dumped rubbish will magically find its way to the top of the stairs and it will be Haywoods turn to get off their lardy arses and earn something for the exorbitant rent we are paying them. Why should we have to deal with its removal?!
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