Crazy Sunday...

I have to talk about my neighbours again... Because today, they really lived up to their reputation....

The wicked witch of the top.. she is moving her flat... She fills her little car to the brim.. and as she works at Disney's her boot is full of strange objects, like an enormous Goofy in plaster... There were probably people making pictures on her way!
But going up and down, making as much noise as she could, running as fast as she could, she got what she deserved: she fell...
We saw her limping.. Nothing broken apparently, just a twisted ankle. And do you know what she did???? She called the firemen.... Who calls the firemen for a twisted ankle???

Now, the wicked neighbours of the West.. They bought an armchair which apparently couldn't go through their staircase... so they put ropes under it and tried to lift it through the first floor window.... Guess what??? It ended in the garden with an enormous crash...

Anybody's got better neighbours???

Comments

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I read your blog and laughed aloud. My sister's first flat was in a beautiful old house. She was on the frist floor. The members of Cheshire Police force helped her to move. They used the stairs once and then decided to throw everything up through the windows....chaos!