Sour Cream Wars – Part 2 of the Kitchen Window Saga
I don’t know many people who have neighbours as horrid as mine. Well, possibly I do, because the house I used to live in also has horrid neighbours. But still. My neighbours are revolting. Point of rant = sour cream. Specifically, sour cream thrown at our kitchen window sometime on thursday night. Nice.
This follows on from the fruit part of a cherry muller fruit corner some months previously, which I had to scrub off the window (and it’s always the top part that I can’t reach) before it became a permenant feature or attracted mass colonies of wasps.
The sour cream could perhaps initially been mistaken for a passing albatross with an irritable bowel, but this theory was soon dismissed when the sour cream pot was discovered as evidence underneath the window. The culprits were therefore identified as next door.
I’m afraid my rage has reached a point where I can’t confront them anymore because I wouldn’t be able to help but cause them physical harm, so Stu had a “chat” with them over the wall and I had to be content with listening in an outraged state, all the while with the urge to do something equally nasty to them. I would like to think that they got the message, but previous incidents would indicate this won’t be the last time.
Sour cream. Seriously. Grow up.