Friday, February 18, 2011

The neighbours

There is a huge house in our street. The extended family is run by a grumpy old woman with a pack of irritable dogs allowed to run without leads.  Her car doesn't even have a number plate, but the police do nothing. To the best of my knowledge, she has never worked.
Her bad-tempered old husband is notorious for racist comments, and is surely an alcoholic. Her elderly mother was definitely always drunk before she dropped off the perch.
All her kids have broken marriages, except the youngest, who everyone thought was gay - he probably is, so the marriage is probably just a sham.
An Arab shopkeeper blamed her for arranging the murder of his son and his son's girlfriend, who used to be married to her lay-about useless eldest son, but nothing has ever been proved.
Her two grandsons are meant to be in the Army, but are always out partying in nightclubs, and one of them appears to have Neo-Nazi tendencies. It is not even known if they have the same father.
The whole family is clearly out of control.
I hate living near Windsor Castle ...

From Blom.

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