I'm renting a little place over here in The Netherlands and I'll probably sell my gaff in the UK and relinquish my UK passport towards the end of the year due to the absolute shambles Brexit has been. But that's another story.
In any case, I don't know if the fact that I'm from the UK originally winds him up but my neighbour, Gijs, has become somewhat of a cantankerous old b@stard and a proper neighbour from hell over the past couple of years.
He's a retired guy, bald, beachball fat with a miserable old biffer for a wife. So maybe there's jealousy/resentment there for the fact that he sometimes sees different dollybirds leaving my place on Sunday mornings. I'm a bit of a serial Tinderer. :wink:
I know they're 'good Christians' - out to church every Sunday and I can hear them standing around the old maryjoanna singing hymns sometimes. So I know they probably frown upon my weekend shennanigans and have formed some sort of morally negative opinion of me. Whatever Trevor.
So his latest little tactic is to park as close to my Zed as possible...for no particular reason.
I have a sun terrace at the front of the house on the top floor which is great. I can step out from the office with a cuppa and get a breath of fresh air and a bit of sun. I was doing this when he rocked up and proceeded to spend 10 whole minutes (I timed it) and 3 restarts, getting, out, walking back, re-parking, until he was finally happy with the position of his car relative to mine. He spent a good minute surveying his parking skills and the literally millimetres gap between the back of his front tyre and my bodywork.
What a tool!
He obviously didn't clock me looking down on him from above. I shouted 'Ik denk dat jij kunnen misschien makkelijker een stukje dichter bij, Gijs!'
(I think you can easily get it a bit closer Gijs). But he ignored me and went inside. Busted. lol
We have something called the 'Handhaver' over here. They're like the local community police and have power to hand out on the spot fines to dogwalkers who let their mutts poop without cleaning it up, people dumping rubbish, bad parking etc. I actually approve of this as it helps to maintain standards that I expect. That, and the amount of bleeding tax I pay here too!
If they spot he's parked over the boundary white line he'll be coughing up Eu50.00 to the local council. But obviously that risk is worth it to him.
He'll never get those 10 minutes back and neither will I!
Time is so fekin precious to be tw@tting about, winding yourself up like he does, especially at his age. Don't you think?
In any case, I don't know if the fact that I'm from the UK originally winds him up but my neighbour, Gijs, has become somewhat of a cantankerous old b@stard and a proper neighbour from hell over the past couple of years.
He's a retired guy, bald, beachball fat with a miserable old biffer for a wife. So maybe there's jealousy/resentment there for the fact that he sometimes sees different dollybirds leaving my place on Sunday mornings. I'm a bit of a serial Tinderer. :wink:
I know they're 'good Christians' - out to church every Sunday and I can hear them standing around the old maryjoanna singing hymns sometimes. So I know they probably frown upon my weekend shennanigans and have formed some sort of morally negative opinion of me. Whatever Trevor.
So his latest little tactic is to park as close to my Zed as possible...for no particular reason.
I have a sun terrace at the front of the house on the top floor which is great. I can step out from the office with a cuppa and get a breath of fresh air and a bit of sun. I was doing this when he rocked up and proceeded to spend 10 whole minutes (I timed it) and 3 restarts, getting, out, walking back, re-parking, until he was finally happy with the position of his car relative to mine. He spent a good minute surveying his parking skills and the literally millimetres gap between the back of his front tyre and my bodywork.
What a tool!
He obviously didn't clock me looking down on him from above. I shouted 'Ik denk dat jij kunnen misschien makkelijker een stukje dichter bij, Gijs!'
(I think you can easily get it a bit closer Gijs). But he ignored me and went inside. Busted. lol
We have something called the 'Handhaver' over here. They're like the local community police and have power to hand out on the spot fines to dogwalkers who let their mutts poop without cleaning it up, people dumping rubbish, bad parking etc. I actually approve of this as it helps to maintain standards that I expect. That, and the amount of bleeding tax I pay here too!
If they spot he's parked over the boundary white line he'll be coughing up Eu50.00 to the local council. But obviously that risk is worth it to him.
He'll never get those 10 minutes back and neither will I!
Time is so fekin precious to be tw@tting about, winding yourself up like he does, especially at his age. Don't you think?
