My next door neighbours, the women in them houses, i don't know what is going on with them and their husbands. I can hear them through the walls shouting at each other, last Saturday they were having a slanging match. Some of the language they use was unreal, they called each other names that i'd never heard of! Talk about you getting more irratable as you get old. The worse thing was it wasn't the wife i felt sorry for, (Anne i think her name is) it was her husband. I think she hits him around. I don't know whether its because she has an anger management problem or because he's ginger...
I don't know whats worse hearing them talk dirty to each other in an abusive capacity or when you can hear them talking dirty amongst her moaning and groaning in the bedroom.
Its minging honestly!
Then she gets on the bus with me and my mum the next morning. I'm like "Hi!". My mum and her start talking and there's me there cringing. Trying to mentally scrub my imagination with sheet of sandpaper.
Then on the other side i've got this other woman with like three teenager daughters (mingers i might add), i don't know if the man of their house is their real dad. But they all get their friends round, having garden parties at 2am. Drinking, shouting and you're trying to get to sleep.
I'm dreading bonfire night that's all i can say, oh well at least the noisy bitch on heat next door might drown out their shouting.
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