ThinkaThought

Yes i already get the 1st joke ‘neighbours’ haha yes Im Australian… but this entry goes beyond my Australian background and to what is actually reality… I have had some of the nuttiest neighbours known to man. Lets start off from when I used to live with my parents. Across the road, directly in front of my bedroom window was a ‘gozo farmhouse’ in which a elderly French couple were staying. Well it was a lovely way to wake up in the morning to see a full fronta, sunny side upl of 70 years old woman floating around the pool on a lilo every morning. Ew wrinkled  boobies -Ive been pro boob jobs since that day. Yep they were nudists. All dayy they’d roam around in the nuddy… It just wasnt nice! Lucky for me I didnt live there much longer. By 17 I was living on my own in Malta since then it has been one episode of amusing neighbours to the next. ‘Amusing’ being an understatement here. In my first apartment we had two main neighbours. A morocan couple who had some kind of weird mating ritual which consisted of plugging and unplugging stuff into their power points at all hours of the day and night. Then we had this old guy on the other side who seemed to be obsessed with his flyscreen and watching us come and go as we came in and out from lectures. He was like a bouncer but with a watch dog kinda feel about him. After two years here and when the novelty of flushing the toilet with a chain grew old we moved out. I moved on to living with some other friends in another apartment. The woman above us mistook me for being the noisy one in our flat and used to throw here mop at me. As many times I told her that it wasnt me she never believed me until I moved out and then she saw me at the supermarket one day, recognised me and apologised and told that she’d like me to move back in… erm yeh thanks, ‘you going to pay my rent too?’. Moving on to my next apartment which was in the middle of ‘whoreville’  in this flat the adventure about my neighbours is stuff I cant really talk about here because its illegal… but i got asked how much I went for once when I was coming back from the gym one night. Little did he know that I was the impossibly expensive type. From here I moved onto a nice little penthouse in a  more legal area you could say. However the neighbours in this block were some what different. One was a gay Italian guy – totally cool for checking if I looked ok before I went out .. because he’d say bellissima when he’d see me going out on the town. Then there were some noisy Greeks – the woman used to grunt at me in the lift.  Then there was this 50 year old hag, who didnt shower and used to smoke in the lift and ‘service’ all the illegal immigrants. And then there was a guy with the most cutest boxer ever, anyway I ended up dog sitting for this guy. The dog is the only thing I miss from that flat. Moving on I moved into my current residence. WOW! What can I say… My neighbours…women of pure quality. They swear constantly, the reason I hear this is because they dont know how to speak they just scream. Even at their kids a two year old and a 6 month old baby, it got in trouble the other night for crying too much.  They give a cheap thrill to the entry street because they hang their laundry over the the front balcony. The other day one of them was cleaning and she threw the dirty water right out her window – had I been two seconds earlier she would have drenched me Oh well the joys of neighbours. Cant wait till I move again