I won't need to listen to your
hideous gossiping on the phone,
nor your idiotic talk back radio,
or smell your cremated carnivore
cooking or inhale the vapours of
Round-Up® which you spray on
your treeless, plant-less, desolate,
lawn. I won't have to be reminded
how monotonous mentalities survive
such mundane lifestyles, governed
by the repetition of 10:30 Am and
2:30 Pm daily rituals, or your once
a week highlights, of putting out
your dustbins in front and talking
to the coal man out the back or of
occasional calamities in the street
when someone dies, or the stoking
sounds of last nights ashes being
removed at 10:15 Am, or when you
say " I'll be talking to you " after a
monologue of diatribe has been off
loaded over the fence (at) your next
door neighbour, who wished she had
built the dividing wall a block higher.
I won't have to endure the fumes of
your central heating boiler that was
poorly positioned as is your oil tank
or observe your cancerous cat *******
on our productive, well maintained,
organic garden. I won't, because our
house just sold and we are away out
of here, but I do pity the new people,
because you are one vicious, malicious,
*****, but then, where would you be got,
didn’t ye end up in court back in the 60s,
“ Neighbours go to war” Headline.


28th April 2021.

Just had a call from the auctioneer to
tell me that our house has sold.