Neighbours XVII

It’s been more than six months since the last episode of Neighbours. I didn’t leave you with much of a cliffhanger, and not an awful lot has changed since. The nice couple in No 12 are still there, because the landlord still hasn’t managed to sell their flat. It’s going back on the market in the new year. So they say.

I have now found out the sale price of the flat next door at No 2, though. It was sold by a bank after they repossessed it from the previous owner. Worth at least £175k when sold through an estate agent. But someone has got it for a song at auction. He/she paid just £128k. It’s let out to tenants again, currently a young girl who seems rarely to be there.

There is also a new chap in No 5. A hipster dude bruh type guy, who is really struggling to get the hang of how to use the communal bins correctly. I’m also convinced he is gay. I’ve never spoken to him, but everything about him and his flat just screams gay. There’s nothing wrong with him being gay, of course. It’s just an observation.

Do you think it’s possible, sometimes, to tell someone’s sexuality just from how neatly trimmed a beard is, interior decor and funny little habits? I’ll wager £5 with any takers that you can. Truth be told, our block is rather lacking any diversity. If he can just get to grips with recycling, he’ll be a welcome addition to the building.

Neighbours can be people who live in the block, live in adjacent properties or who simply live in, or perhaps just loiter around, the neighbourhood. Take the bloke in the photo, for example. He’s new to the ‘hood. I have seen his mates any times, but not him. Until today. He’s looking around nervously, because I’m messing with his brain. How so? I’ll explain.

The road our flat is on is a dead end. But you can walk off the end into town’s gardens, right next to the tennis courts and underneath the underpass. There’s a multitude of paths leading to and from that point. It’s dry. It’s perfect for selling drugs. Which is why you’ll often find gatherings of unsavoury persons there. Waiting for their dealer. You can almost feel the anxiety in the air.

The dealer arrived and distributed his goods while I happened to pass. The group immediately dispersed, each going their own way. The guy in the photo went my way, just ahead of me. I was making him nervous. Taking discreet-ish photos made him more nervous still. Twisting my collar to my mouth and whispering into it? Oh, that sent him into overload. He ran for dear life into the multi storey car park.

Was that a bit mean of me? Don’t worry. I went straight down to the lower gardens to feed the squirrels and even out my karma score. It’s all good again….

4 thoughts on “Neighbours XVII

    1. To describe a heroin addict who has just scored as ‘a bit jumpy’ is something of an understatement. And their pre-hit natural instinct is always the same. Flight, not fight.

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  1. What do “Flats” go for in your neck of the woods and do you you have one or two bedrooms? We don’t have flats per se, ours go by the more snobbish “apartment” nomenclature although all in ones are called “bachelors”. Basically a room where you cook sleep work and play. The deluxe ones may have washer/dryer combo but most share a pay as you go and a time slot when you can use it.

    My mother in law used to call them condoms until we explained they performed differently.. condos have jumped in price as they are the most affordable here compared to a house. A newly built condo was listed at a shade under $330,000 for a ground floor unit with one bed and bath. They have high ceilings, granite countertops and creative storage solutions for the thoroughly modern Millie or Mike. There are older ones but they are a little “jaded”. Prices here have gone off the wall with some homes selling with multiple offers within days of going on the market.

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    1. Well, as you would imagine, the price range varies wildly according to where and what. In my road? One bedrooms start at about £160k and two beds at £180k. Decent two bed flats will set you back at least £230k. Ours is a two bed/two bathroom.

      Selling in our area is easy. Tons of Londoners suddenly decided, post March 2020, that they desperately needed a second home. Which means that buying a place is less easy.

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