coneye wrote:Reminds me of a neighbor we had years ago , he used to walk his dog , and stop and stare for ages at the front window or the house , , there was an alley way, next to the kitchen he would always seem to walk down it when the missis was in the kitchen and literally stare at her scaring the poop out of her, when i looked he would bugger off ,
Anyway one day I had enough , this fella well he liked his privacy he put a six foot fence all round his front garden , so armed with a pair of steps and the kids instructed to keep coming to check if there old man wanted a drink or sandwhich . I went and perched myself on top of the steps and stared , for around 2 hours over his fence , He called the police ha ha , lucky they seen the amusing side , and asked him , if he was gonna stop what he does , (apparantly , he had scared other neighbors enough they had called the police to him , ) so when they got there they knew the guy .
Copper said he thought it hilarious when they pulled up and i had a sandwhich and a coffee , looking like i was watching tele .
Did the trick , it cured him and the neighbors thought i was a hero. ha ha .
Unfortunatly David you can't do the same . they will arrest you for being a peeping tom , with her being a woman .
She's desperate for a reaction.....as soon as I knock on her door I'll have plod round for harrassment. I know it, she knows it. She's a mother of two teenagers and a highly paid Intensive care super-nurse, dead husband was a Anaeseth...(you wouldn't turn your back on him if he was pouring you a drink....you know a Rhino).
Anyway, one day my eldest - then 3 - fell off the sette and was in agony, screaming, turned out broke her arm, youngest was months old and screaming too, my missus is doing her pieces and this storm-trooper from Bremen knocks on the door. Now irrespective of the past 'dialogue' about the fact we once touched her fence when playiung hide and seek or left a cardboard box on our drive...etc. she was knocking for a parcel left with us....saw Nicola's predicament and flaty failed to assist despite her skill and training, just said in gERMAN ACCENT "You have my parcel" and walked off.
The wife was raging and we've blanked them since, she's tried twice to speak, been told to stop trying and now has resorted to creepy staring. Like standing opposite the house when we're at the door and just staring....like the beared bloke in what lies beneath......fkking nutter. But we'r epowerless. I'd never get away with murder.
My garden is too small and I never watch Silent Witness or Csi.
