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I don’t talk to my neighbours. I used to but we’ve had disagreements. Mainly me being stubborn and rude has caused it but I don’t care, they lack respect.
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When you're going for a run you're doing a '' normal '' activity '' and they see you as more positive, more approachable, less of a threat. Same thing when you're with your kids.I only really know the family directly opposite and next door on one side. If I saw someone in the front yard in the rest of the street, unless there were any other obvious clues, I probably wouldn't know if they lived there or not.
I don't typically initiate a keeping stride g'day or hey, but happy enough to reciprocate. It's probably like 20% of people on my way to the local shops who do this, which goes up to over 50% for some reason when I'm going for a run. And then like 75% if I'm with the kids.
Bloody Collingwood supporters.We have one ******* dickhead two doors down who absolutely hates us. Once HBF was taking the dog for a walk and Dickhead Neighbour was in the back corner of his garage. HBF didn't look in and see him so didn't say hi. Dickhead Neighbour cracked the s**ts and yelled out something like get f’ed. HBF responded that he hadn't seen him but he didn't believe him. After that he's been extremely hostile, to the point of yelling out at HBF MATE I GOT NO fu**EN TIME FOR YA and spitting out his car window.
I don’t talk to my neighbours. I used to but we’ve had disagreements. Mainly me being stubborn and rude has caused it but I don’t care, they lack respect.
Well I’ll tell you why; the 16 year old had a party a few months back, and the music was pumping right outside the kids bedroom. Not only was it loud, my daughter who was 3 said ‘it’s too loud’! We could also hear word for word conversations! It was 8:30, so not late, but loud enough to say turn it down a bit. I did that and asked politely.
Well done. That text shows their true colours. Then they want to wave and pretend to be all nice.Well I’ll tell you why; the 16 year old had a party a few months back, and the music was pumping right outside the kids bedroom. Not only was it loud, my daughter who was 3 said ‘it’s too loud’! We could also hear word for word conversations! It was 8:30, so not late, but loud enough to say turn it down a bit. I did that and asked politely.
The response was (in a text meant to be sent from the Mum to her daughter) ‘tell him to get f’ed’. I got that by mistake. Now I don’t care what time it is, I don’t need to hear bass thumping in the room furthest away from their balcony! If you’re going to have a party, let us know first.
So now, I ignore them, I couldn’t give a fu**. No apology either. The mother waved once and I just ignored her. I can’t wait for the day we have to get our fence replaced.
A mentally unstable homeless guy was going through my neighbours front yard the other day so I ran out the back and yelled over the fence to them (they practically live outside, one of them bogan families that spend $$$ on big TVs and flash fridges but spend 90% of the time outside living out of an esky and the radio). They ran out the front and told him to F off then thanked me. First time I've ever really spoke to that side.
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8:30 on a weekend? Come on Grandpa.Well I’ll tell you why; the 16 year old had a party a few months back, and the music was pumping right outside the kids bedroom. Not only was it loud, my daughter who was 3 said ‘it’s too loud’! We could also hear word for word conversations! It was 8:30, so not late, but loud enough to say turn it down a bit. I did that and asked politely.
The response was (in a text meant to be sent from the Mum to her daughter) ‘tell him to get f’ed’. I got that by mistake. Now I don’t care what time it is, I don’t need to hear bass thumping in the room furthest away from their balcony! If you’re going to have a party, let us know first.
So now, I ignore them, I couldn’t give a fu**. No apology either. The mother waved once and I just ignored her. I can’t wait for the day we have to get our fence replaced.
The response was (in a text meant to be sent from the Mum to her daughter) ‘tell him to get f’ed’. I got that by mistake. Now I don’t care what time it is, I don’t need to hear bass thumping in the room furthest away from their balcony! If you’re going to have a party, let us know first.
Bump. I'm a bit giddy with the scenario here.
My family (married, three daughters 3-9 years old) moved into a court in January last year and we're not particularly outgoing people. But we were pretty surprised at how little we've interacted with the neighbours, barely heard boo from any of them in the first six months.
Since then we've slowly got to know a few of them: our eldest has a classmate at the local school and met another girl who's a similar age across the road and so on. But the people directly next door have proven too tough to crack.
We're not outgoing people, but in my opinion, it's a sad state of affairs when you don't have your next door neighbour's mobile number and I've tried multiple times to get the relationship just to that level. I'm not Kramer, I'd be quite happy for it to stay at that level of friendship for 30 years. Just "We're going away for two weeks, could you put our bins out?" I'd feel silly asking the people four doors up.
During Easter just gone, I actually left a little bag with some Lindts and printed out a message in a poxy Easter template in Word that basically said that "Hope you have a good break, we're going to be away for a few days. We've left our bins at the bottom of the drive, do you reckon you'd be able to put them out, if they're not already (We've checked with a few people in the street)? Here's my mobile - look forward to returning the favour!" Nothing back.
They're not neighbours from hell, but it just seems weird how antisocial the are. I couldn’t be clearer: I have no interest whatsoever in going round to theirs for dinner, or them coming here. The Dad came up to my door last year to sign a petition about funding for their kids' school and the Mum came around selling loaves of bread (??!) to fundraise for their daughter going away for some tournament, so they keep me guessing, but other than that nothing. I've given up.
Anyway, today we've had one of those chain reaction situations in the court where people have put the wrong bin out. I have a few ways of avoiding that mistake, but rule of thumb is - if the recycling bin isn't absolutely chockas, it isn't recycling bin week.
We're #5, #4 is renting and moved in before Christmas. We put an obligatory regifted token Christmas gift and card in their letter box after they moved in and have been on 'mobile phone contacts' status ever since. Sweet, perfect, couldn't be happier. And I should add, I assumed it was pretty standard when you move into a court for people to do that: we got jack s**t from our neighbours.
To cut to the chase, I'm waiting for the rubbish collection truck to arrive (usually between 1-2pm today), as I sent an SMS to #4, but of course couldn’t send anything to #6, because they've actively avoided sharing contact details with us. I hope they don't change their bin in time.
8:30 on a weekend? Come on Grandpa.
I hear ya on that one.I don’t talk to my neighbours. I used to but we’ve had disagreements. Mainly me being stubborn and rude has caused it but I don’t care, they lack respect.
Well it definitely is a line in the sand moment for neighbourly relations. We had this issue at our last place.Fair game until 10pm