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[llywela]

My Nudist Neighbour appears to have broken the little rotary washing line we share in our communal garden space. Stupid idiot. He has a really bad habit of putting heavy stuff on the line, like towels and blankets, and then leaving them there for days on end, in torrential rain, in the vain hope that they will miraculously become dry however bad the weather is. Except, of course, that heavy towels which are then soaked through simply become heavier and heavier, and little rotary washing lines are not that strong. So, this morning I noticed him putting some large towels and blankets out, despite the rain that was forecast. It rained heavily for a lot of the day. Tonight, the washing line is broken. Might not have been because of him...but I tend to think it probably was.

I hope the landlord notices and repairs/replaces it. And I hope he works out who is responsible and makes him pay for it!

Maybe I'd be less cross if said neighbour didn't have a bad habit of using his barbeque right on my back doorstep so frequently. And if he hadn't suddenly developed a taste for nudism, when he really doesn't have the figure to carry it off! I mean, honestly - if nothing else you'd think that mid-winter would be a bit chilly to wander around naked all the time! Except that I would be cross anyway, because that washing line is meant to be for all of us, not for him exclusively, and when he leaves his stuff out for days at a time (in good weather when it is possible to dry things) nobody else gets to use it. And now it's broken anyway. Silly, selfish man.

End of grumble. *G*

Comments

[llywela13.livejournal.com]

Eh, it would be great to have one that was just for me. Alas, there just isn't the possibility. Where I live is a block of three old Victorian villas converted into flats and all sharing the same communal space out back. There are two of these little rotary lines, one directly behind mine and the Nudist's back doors, and the other further over, nearer to the third back door. They are there for all of us to use - even if another was added, there would be nothing to stop anyone else from using it.

The joys of shared living space, eh!

[babelmira.livejournal.com]

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.

Ah, yes. Communal living.

[llywela13.livejournal.com]

Dontcha just luuuuurve people?

Right now it's too rainy to be worried - my washing dries better indoors in front of the storage heater! But come the sunshine, I shall want it replaced.