Another thing that annoys me, today

The house two doors away was bought by a young woman on the make under a buy-to-lease type arrangement which she probably expected to put her securely on the path to financial security.

By my reckoning the place has been let for no more than six months of the three years she's owned the place and the reason is simple. She bought a dump that had undergone a very superficial smartening up. Beneath the coat of cheap paint there's mould just busting to come through; all because the leaking roof was patched up rather than properly repaired. That's just one reason of many for potential occupants running a mile.

And she can't sell the place without doing major repairs or accepting a pittance for a place in need of those repairs.

She's there occasionally to air the place out, which we now know is forewarning of an visit by a prospective tenant.

This week, on Tuesday as I went to work I saw a bit of a plastic supermarket carrier bag sticking out of the top of my garden waste bin (subsidised, but partly funded by me and provided by the district council on the strict understanding that garden waste and garden waste only will go into it on pain of having the bloody thing taken away without a refund of any proportion the annual rent I've paid in advance).

Needless to say I took the damned thing out. Domestic rubbish of the junk mail and cereal box variety. Happily the junk mail had a house number (incidentally does this dumb bitch known nowt about identity theft?). I left it in the domestic rubbish collection point and there it has sat.

And this morning when I returned from the school run the door of the house in question was open so I knocked. A frightfully, frightfully skinny bint bounded the stairs under the mistaken impression I wanted to make friends.

When I explained in words of very few syllables that she mustn't put her domestic rubbish into MY garden waste bin she came over all 'gosh, frightfully sorry!" and then ruined the whole effect by blaming her 'partner' who she gave me to understand is a bloke and therefore not to be relied upon to do the right thing with anything at all.

What annoyed me? Well this silly cow and I should have nothing in common, should we, but as the last sentence indicates - we do. How bloody annoying is that?