In 30 mins Im going to drinks with the new neighbours
 

The ones up the back of the field. They are retired..English:umm2:..poshos from the Cotswolds...4 black labs a Range Rover and a Landrover and fishing gear everywhere. Thet arrived 2 days ago and I have already seen them out all afternoon measuring their land and borders with my property with digital reading equipment :umm2:

So im off to meet them at six for drinks...Jesus...

I will report back later

Highly suss them out measuring the land when they've just moved in????

Interesting.

How Nice

LT will be on nightmare neighbours next month, reported for peeing in the river and using too much of his neighbours land

all i am doing is combing my hair and washing my face, im not dressing up

Wow... living next to LT. Surely they must be eligible for a reduction in their Council Tax.

LT hasn't been seen since 7:53pm

He'll be off his head by now :worry:

Or he's been inducted into some kind of cult. You never know...

Meanwhile on a bus in London....

Maybe they killed him for not adhering to the dress code? :worry:

They're burying his body under the patio as we speak :worry:

Not another sex party gone wrong?

..not LT falling for the, come over we've baked cookies thing...:worry:...


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How Nice

Yes I wondered why they had a mobile cement mixer
ready

:worry: and he never came back...

..I imagine that they're just religious people and they're fast asleep now and hoping he'll hush up soon and go home...

:laugh::laugh::laugh: Can you imagine if they DID turn out to be staunch believers? :hehe:

He dead

Hmmm LT is normally well up and about by now, had his breakfast, walked devil dog and had his morning pee in the river routine etc...

So either he had such a good time with the neighbours he drank too much and now has a massive hangover or they used in him in a sacrifice to satan then buried him in the field his own field too the cheek of them.

The new neighbours were very upper middle-class. She was a very attractive women in her early forties, her husband quite visibly at least 20 years older. He was rather reserved, stiff, and polite rather than friendly. He had what can only be called a miserable disposition and his voice - when he did speak - was as monotonous and grey as his clothes.

It was evident from the start that she too was miserable - but not through any natural inclination - but rather because her 'joy de vivre' had been slowly smothered over the years of a loveless marriage, by his misery.

At first, she barely looked at LT, but as the brandy warmed in her slender, immacutely manicured hands and as LT warmed into his natural repartee, she began to notice him, and very soon, she found herself increasingly smiling, and something stifled and lost deep within herself began to waken.
In the early hours, her husband's snoring as he lay asleep in the oversize armchair in their lounge, was drowned out by her and LT's mutual laughter.

They had not only moved from their respective seats onto the fireside sofa, but also moved closer together on that sofa, despite it being a four seater.

Though it was only a relatively short time before she and LT were embracing, it it was an event she had dreamt about for almost twenty years....

(To be continued... or not :laugh:)

Dig Him Up


I will cut a Electric Wire Open
and Shock him back into Life

He's probably halfway through this "why religion is evil" speech right now :laugh:

I fear he's dead after the neighbours ran him over in their range rover.

Should we call the police?