Mol wrote:Must be a thing about Romanians and gardens. The 17 who moved into the house across the road a few months back spend all their time out the front. Shouting mostly.
Seems the 17 are not permanent residents. Villa fan next door, doesn't work so misses nothing, the type of fella who if you forgot what you did Thursday week could tell you? Him. Anyway, he storms out of the house at 6.48am this morning as I'm crawling out of the car home from work......"Can you park in front of my house? Cunts across the road (Romanians) keep parking here, music blaring, all sorts" Grand says I, no bother, keep an eye on it. Then he gets to it, the meat of it "Did you see the other day?" knowing full well I would have been dead to the world asleep and nuclear war wouldn't rouse me "Plod came, there, them, came, took loads of pills out, loads of them scattered".It seems they have been running an exclusively Romanian brothel, if you're not a Gypsy you don't get a shag kinda set-up. Given what I've seen dragging in and out I doubt it would have much international appeal, but yeah...... This is why the cars and vans and all sorts going on day and night.So now they are parked outside mine, currently a brand new Range Rover, white, of course, and a van that's the colour of The Humber from rust. Business seems to be booming again. Can't fault them for enterprise.
