Not necessarily. The space is communal. The birly would be your property and they couldn't use it. My birly is in a communal space, but because the birlies are private, they don't get touched only the the two landlord provided lines get used in a block of 6 flats.
That's not to say one of the neighbours that everyone hates didn't try that on, but she soon got told where to go, especially when the landlord agreed that the birlies were private. Then she tried that the other girl said she could use hers, to which I said, well why didn't you use hers, considering it's closer to the lines and the fact that she can't stand you and would never have said you could use it in a million years
Then she stopped taking the piss and took to locking all the kids out and me when I was in the back green. I had my keys on me anyway and we complained about that, so she stopped. She left in the end and took all her boyfriends furniture. Oddly he went from being a complete dickhead to actually being quite nice
Still, my next door neighbour says she'll never quite get over the picture of me trying to fold my fully laden birly to get it through the door while Tracy is trying to get her washing off - I'd just told her it it came off now or I was throwing it out the window and arguing with her 6ft 4 boyfriend that it was my birly, I bought it and I could take it to the pub if I wanted. And he could go fuck himself with a cactus.
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That's not to say one of the neighbours that everyone hates didn't try that on, but she soon got told where to go, especially when the landlord agreed that the birlies were private. Then she tried that the other girl said she could use hers, to which I said, well why didn't you use hers, considering it's closer to the lines and the fact that she can't stand you and would never have said you could use it in a million years
Then she stopped taking the piss and took to locking all the kids out and me when I was in the back green. I had my keys on me anyway and we complained about that, so she stopped. She left in the end and took all her boyfriends furniture. Oddly he went from being a complete dickhead to actually being quite nice
Still, my next door neighbour says she'll never quite get over the picture of me trying to fold my fully laden birly to get it through the door while Tracy is trying to get her washing off - I'd just told her it it came off now or I was throwing it out the window and arguing with her 6ft 4 boyfriend that it was my birly, I bought it and I could take it to the pub if I wanted. And he could go fuck himself with a cactus.
Ah, yes. Communal living.