Apparently a sufficient number to make endless episodes.Yes - how many did she have?
Apparently a sufficient number to make endless episodes.Yes - how many did she have?
Those neighbours would have a fit around here.I've mentioned before that creepy Buckshaw Village (really now a town) in the North West of the UK. Son's friend had to move there for work recently. Within a couple of days of moving in a couple of neighbours complained to him that his green garden utensil bin (brand new) in his back garden was not appropriate to the area. The same week washing his friends very small (but new) van on the drive, another neighbour asked him how long "that van was going to be on his drive". In both cases he ignored the idiots (a man after my own heart). I do know that in some estates it is a condition that no vans can be parked on your drive - surely an infringement of liberty?- but still.
A place to be avoided at all costs I would say.
Yes you have to look at restrictive covenants very carefully when buying new or very modern houses. I suspect most people don't.Pete, the van objection might be due to a local covenant on the land preventing certain activities. Round here you cannot keep pigs in back gardens, certain types of fencing cannot be used, restrictions on business advertising etc. My house has one that forbids the sale of alcohol on the premises.
have their gardens looking slummy etc.
...pure class!The rotting sofa and the disembowelled fridge or washing machine...
Even bins annoy me, let alone those sorts of things.The rotting sofa and the disembowelled fridge or washing machine...
The aforementioned former kn*b head neighbour who moved to another rented property- a semi detached in a nice area/road - still keeps his outside his front door (I walk past with the dog occasionally - and sometimes I accidentally knock his wing mirror in) and they're not even neatly positioned, just dumped, when it would be very easy to take them around the back.I'm just back from a long weekend in London (did ya miss me?) and passing innumerable houses which have clearly been turned into flats, from the number of bins out at the front has made me realise just how UGLY is the average wheelie bin. I saw some beautiful old houses (now flats) with quite attractive frontages, ruined by the addition of multiple bins.
I guess forcing everyone to have bin stores would be a pain, but why aren't houses equipped with a place to keep bins?
Yes there is, but at least keep them clean if nothing else.Some people decorate their bins. I believe there's even plastic sheet-stickers with foilage etc. sold.
Can't you get your cupboard tenants to take the bins out, or are they too busy on other tasks?My cottage has its drawbacks, but fortunately when someone installed the shed they put it in with clearance behind it, which forms a brilliant out of sight place for the bin. recycling and random bits of wood and card that I am positive will come in useful one day. Only problem is that it means I have to drag the bin the length of the garden, down a flight of steps and out of the shared right of way. Fine now, but I can foresee a day when a full bin combined with the steps might be a wee bit much.
Our bins are often used as al fresco easels if I'm doing a spot of painting or spraying. I'll then paint numbers on the bins or touch up the ones I've already done. Works of art, my bins.Some people decorate their bins. I believe there's even plastic sheet-stickers with foilage etc. sold.
Yep - bin it I say.
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You'll find me behind the bins.Don’t make me come over there…
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I have lived in Staffordshire for , oh , must be 17 years nearly , so I must give it a visit.... Talking of spooky names , my mother's maiden name was Wycherley and I consider myself a proud Wycherley so I guess I need to seek out where that name derives fromWychnor in Staffordshire is inbetween Burton on Trent and Lichfield and is a suitably Fortean type of place as any IMO .. I spent most of my teenage years there, the name translates as 'valley (or 'vale') of the witches' .. originally called Hwickinore, Roman encampments are also recorded, the hamlet was later ruled over by Phillip de Somerville who lived at Wychnor hall and also started the tradition of the gifting of a flitch of bacon to any couple who could not argue for a year and a day.
I remember one of my sister's ex husband would refer to my two sisters and my mom as THE WYCHERLEY WOMEN in dark reverenceI have lived in Staffordshire for , oh , must be 17 years nearly , so I must give it a visit.... Talking of spooky names , my mother's maiden name was Wycherley and I consider myself a proud Wycherley so I guess I need to seek out where that name derives from
One thing you need to know is that you'll be turning off the fast moving A38 onto a a tiny stone bridge that looks like something out of Postman Pat just to warn you. It's tiny so use your indicator in loads of time to pull the possibly dangerous turning off safely (I had to learn to drive there). Vehicles are cranking 70 behind you up to here ..I have lived in Staffordshire for , oh , must be 17 years nearly , so I must give it a visit.... Talking of spooky names , my mother's maiden name was Wycherley and I consider myself a proud Wycherley so I guess I need to seek out where that name derives from
MrsF's old boyfriend had that surname. He was from Shavington (near Crewe).I have lived in Staffordshire for , oh , must be 17 years nearly , so I must give it a visit.... Talking of spooky names , my mother's maiden name was Wycherley and I consider myself a proud Wycherley so I guess I need to seek out where that name derives from
I did a quick Google, and once I got past reading about the Wycherley Murders (honestly, I'm so easily distracted...), got this:I have lived in Staffordshire for , oh , must be 17 years nearly , so I must give it a visit.... Talking of spooky names , my mother's maiden name was Wycherley and I consider myself a proud Wycherley so I guess I need to seek out where that name derives from