Evil Bobs fall to the dark side really began one sunny day when I was busy pruning back his Leylandii hedge in my front garden.
Bob approaches me round the front gate and appraises me of his plan to apply for outline planning permission for a bung
alow to be built at the end of his garden.
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Bob approaches me round the front gate and appraises me of his plan to apply for outline planning permission for a bung
alow to be built at the end of his garden."
Oh it wont affect you" he gaily says.
"Its only for a bungalow and so the roof will be below the level of your bathroom window."
Well, we live in a democracy, thank the lord and I had no problem with him applying but felt obliged to be honest about my feelings and so I told him that I was less than keen to have a bungalow built no less than 4 feet away from my boundary fence. We had an amicable discussion about it, honest, and then he moved off to tinker with his motorbike (something he insisted on tuning up every Sunday morning at 7.30, not that I complained but the other neighbours used to yell at him from their bedroom windows)
The self same motorbike had given him no less than three substantial insurance payouts through accidents as well as a considerable period out of work on the sick whilst moonlighting as a lorry driver.This was something else he always parked down our road.His 40 ton articulated lorry.
But
I digress...
Back to the bungalow.
I didnt think much more about it until our neighbour ,Terry , opposite, came over one night to see what we thought of the idea.
Terry and his wife would have the view from their bedroom window spoiled by this bungalow and as Terry likes to see all that transpires in Bob garden, he wasnt too keen.
Terry has reported seeing police raiding Bobs gaff on two occasions now in the wee small hours.Bob wasnt there, probably out mugging old ladies but his wife was in the garden , in her nightie, using her mobile phone.
Again...
I digress.
The bungalow..
Well, my other half and Terry got their heads together, as men do on serious occasions such as this and came up with the idea of a petition to be presented to the council.
Muggins here, agreed to take it round two local roads whilst Tel would take it to the rest.
So, some time and several hundred signatures later (except for those who were scared of Bob, I tell you no lies.) the petition was presented to the council by Terry.
Bob soon learned that he had been turned down and was not allowed to re apply for quite a while.
He was...let me say...a tad disappointed at this
From that moment on, he completely ignored us.
Just us.
No one else.
He made up his mind that we were the villains of the peace and even crossed the road rather than have to breathe our air.
He took opportunities to tell all that would listen (and pass it back to us) that we were very upset with him.
What a load of b******s!
Any way
That was the beginning of the souring....
Bob the Sith Lord
May the force leave you soon.
"Its only for a bungalow and so the roof will be below the level of your bathroom window."
Well, we live in a democracy, thank the lord and I had no problem with him applying but felt obliged to be honest about my feelings and so I told him that I was less than keen to have a bungalow built no less than 4 feet away from my boundary fence. We had an amicable discussion about it, honest, and then he moved off to tinker with his motorbike (something he insisted on tuning up every Sunday morning at 7.30, not that I complained but the other neighbours used to yell at him from their bedroom windows)
The self same motorbike had given him no less than three substantial insurance payouts through accidents as well as a considerable period out of work on the sick whilst moonlighting as a lorry driver.This was something else he always parked down our road.His 40 ton articulated lorry.
But
I digress...
Back to the bungalow.
I didnt think much more about it until our neighbour ,Terry , opposite, came over one night to see what we thought of the idea.
Terry and his wife would have the view from their bedroom window spoiled by this bungalow and as Terry likes to see all that transpires in Bob garden, he wasnt too keen.
Terry has reported seeing police raiding Bobs gaff on two occasions now in the wee small hours.Bob wasnt there, probably out mugging old ladies but his wife was in the garden , in her nightie, using her mobile phone.
Again...
I digress.
The bungalow..
Well, my other half and Terry got their heads together, as men do on serious occasions such as this and came up with the idea of a petition to be presented to the council.
Muggins here, agreed to take it round two local roads whilst Tel would take it to the rest.
So, some time and several hundred signatures later (except for those who were scared of Bob, I tell you no lies.) the petition was presented to the council by Terry.
Bob soon learned that he had been turned down and was not allowed to re apply for quite a while.
He was...let me say...a tad disappointed at this
From that moment on, he completely ignored us.
Just us.
No one else.
He made up his mind that we were the villains of the peace and even crossed the road rather than have to breathe our air.
He took opportunities to tell all that would listen (and pass it back to us) that we were very upset with him.
What a load of b******s!
Any way
That was the beginning of the souring....
Bob the Sith Lord
May the force leave you soon.
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