And she lives next door… (to me)
After some serious conversations with my crack legal squad it has been determined that I cannot publish the name of my neighbour. However, I can say that she doesn’t live that FAR from me, and for the sake of easy reading we shall call her GUS.
So why is GUS Satan you ask?
Let us start with my successful return to the Gold Coast, elated with my re-emergence a few mates decided to come over, watch some Entourage and drink some Long Island Ice Teas. We were onto our second round when a small voice (Satan has a small voice in his human form) said hello. I went to the front door to see GUS standing there, it took her all of 45 seconds before her true form presented itself and she begun a twenty minute tirade, insulting me, my builder, my sisters wedding and my parents. Some of the more memorable quotes…
“You have been duplicitous and outrageous towards me and should be ashamed of your actions.”
“I don’t care about any weddings it is irrelevant your parents have no excuse for not being here.”
“I gave you no permission what-so-ever for your trucks and bob cats to go through my backyard and ruin my pool”
(And 1 minute later)
“I gave you permission for one delivery ONLY”
“Your builder is offensive and shady and cannot be trusted.”
“Your parents are irresponsible”
To be honest it is hard to remember exactly what was said, the basic version of the story is that, whilst my parents where in Scotland attending my cousins wedding, the building started. The builders were confronted with the problem of getting into the backyard, whilst it would be easier to go through GUS’S backyard this wasn’t going to happen until we obtained permission.
GUS was in Canada at the time and a number of phone calls later we were able to obtain said permission… Except according to GUS, she has never lived in Canada, and only gave us permission whilst she was in Canada for one (1) delivery… I agree, I have no idea what she is talking about either.
GUS has since sent a two page fax to the Doctor, I am yet to read said fax, which is probably good because I'd just publish it... I am trying to work out why my neighbours actually believe I have any say in what goes on at this house. Sure I convinced mum and dad to put a door in where there was a window, but that's all I got!
I didn’t know what duplicitous meant, so I asked my lawyer friends, it means that I was two-faced, which I found ironic, because both times that GUS has seen my face, I have tolerated her screaming at me. The first time I was apparently playing music so loudly her daughter couldn’t train in the pool… which was weird because the pool ain’t that big… Anyway my point is, she hasn’t seen my other face yet, so how does she know it exists? Only Satan would know that.
Whilst it may be somewhat difficult to give the Satan tag to GUS for this one episode, her true colours only came through about thirty minutes ago when she was crossing the pedestrian crossing, she just glared at me, and didn’t so much as walk as she glided across the crossing, and rotated her head backwards to glare at the other car on the other side of the road!
Either way, I am off to church to pray for Satan’s demise!
I’ll post some photos this afternoon… A fare bit happens over ten days!