disturbing neighbor action
I have to be honest and say that, when I saw the title, I was expecting something about German neighbours and a ball gag. Disappointing to say the least.
Joking apart, I feel for you – in our last house, we had some nutter rock up to our front door at 2am on a Saturday shouting and screaming about how he was going to “give the bastard a doing”, while what appeared to be his wife, son and daughter all shouted and screamed at him to come with them. Given that I had no idea who he was, (and didn’t recognise either the wife or daughter), I phoned the cops, who proceeded to arrive about 2 hours later after he’d given up and gone home. This was probably a good thing as, after waiting for the cops for 30mins, I’d sent the wife upstairs and took up position behind our door with the butt end of a snooker cue, on the basis that it was the least lethal thing I could put hands on that might act as some sort of visual deterrent if he made it through the door. It’s fair to say that the ensuing wait was something of a sweaty palmed affair, especially as I was pretty confident that if it escalated into a physical confrontation, his family would wade in on his behalf. Fortunately his family managed to coax him away, and I never saw them again – and to this day have absolutely no idea who he was, or who he was looking for.
Needless to say, plod were fairly miffed when they eventually turned up that everyone hadn’t waited around for them to finish their cuppa back at the station and make their way round.