Tom
I am a FH squatter
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In my back room, right at the back of the house near the dining area (ok, its connected to the back room, and the only thing that makes it not the back room is that there are tiles on the floor), on the wall, high above the reach of the cats, is a vent.
This is no ordinary vent. Its a speshul vent designed to balance out the air in the room, because I have a flueless gas fire, and apparently lots of clever scientists have decided that I must have this vent installed. Anyway, this vent is basically a large hole bored through the 2 layers of bricks, capped at either end with a slatted piece of plastic. You know the kind of thing. The design, while aerodynamic, also allows the passage of sounds.
No problem there you might think, but you don't have a neighbour like mine.
Not that shes a problem at all, in fact shes a very nice person, and always friendly when I meet her on the street (although I always initiate the 'hello how are you' greeting, without which she would duck away and ignore me). She rarely leaves her house, the curtains are always closed, and tbh the place is a bit of an eyesore. Thats fine though, because there isn't anything intrinsically wrong with strangeness, its one of those things that makes life more interesting.
I know from my other neighbours that she has attempted suicide in the past, which does kind of worry me, although I don't think she's yet attempted suicide by gas/fire.
Now, she has a dog. Great! Dogs are good. She takes the dog for a walk each day, and thats fine. She even speaks to her dog on occasion, but don't we all do that? You're probably wandering at this point, 'what the fuck does this have to do with his vent'. Well, I'll tell ya. The vent overlooks her back door (because I have an extension, and she doesn't). Because of this, I sometimes get to hear her dog barking as its let into the back yard. Well, the other day, I heard her talking to someone.
Ok, yes I'm a nosy bastard, I moved closer to the vent, and had a listen. I couldn't quite make it out, so I pulled a chair over, stood on it, and put my ear against the vent (much to the annoyance of the cat, which was kipping on the chair). She was talking about her hospital appointments, I presume, to the neighbour on her side. Not very interesting then. Less so, because I couldn't hear the other neighbour's replies.
Not that I ever would. After a couple of minutes, the truth dawned upon me, and I realised that she was talking to her dog. No, wait, not talking - HAVING A FUCKING CONVERSATION WITH IT. The dog wasn't talking back either, so it wasn't some real-life Shrek incident.
I managed to stop myself gibbering with fear and running into a corner protecting myself with a knife.
Anyone else out there got a mental neighbour?
This is no ordinary vent. Its a speshul vent designed to balance out the air in the room, because I have a flueless gas fire, and apparently lots of clever scientists have decided that I must have this vent installed. Anyway, this vent is basically a large hole bored through the 2 layers of bricks, capped at either end with a slatted piece of plastic. You know the kind of thing. The design, while aerodynamic, also allows the passage of sounds.
No problem there you might think, but you don't have a neighbour like mine.
Not that shes a problem at all, in fact shes a very nice person, and always friendly when I meet her on the street (although I always initiate the 'hello how are you' greeting, without which she would duck away and ignore me). She rarely leaves her house, the curtains are always closed, and tbh the place is a bit of an eyesore. Thats fine though, because there isn't anything intrinsically wrong with strangeness, its one of those things that makes life more interesting.
I know from my other neighbours that she has attempted suicide in the past, which does kind of worry me, although I don't think she's yet attempted suicide by gas/fire.
Now, she has a dog. Great! Dogs are good. She takes the dog for a walk each day, and thats fine. She even speaks to her dog on occasion, but don't we all do that? You're probably wandering at this point, 'what the fuck does this have to do with his vent'. Well, I'll tell ya. The vent overlooks her back door (because I have an extension, and she doesn't). Because of this, I sometimes get to hear her dog barking as its let into the back yard. Well, the other day, I heard her talking to someone.
Ok, yes I'm a nosy bastard, I moved closer to the vent, and had a listen. I couldn't quite make it out, so I pulled a chair over, stood on it, and put my ear against the vent (much to the annoyance of the cat, which was kipping on the chair). She was talking about her hospital appointments, I presume, to the neighbour on her side. Not very interesting then. Less so, because I couldn't hear the other neighbour's replies.
Not that I ever would. After a couple of minutes, the truth dawned upon me, and I realised that she was talking to her dog. No, wait, not talking - HAVING A FUCKING CONVERSATION WITH IT. The dog wasn't talking back either, so it wasn't some real-life Shrek incident.
I managed to stop myself gibbering with fear and running into a corner protecting myself with a knife.
Anyone else out there got a mental neighbour?