I live on a road of 1930's semi detached council houses, and about 70% of the houses are privately owned. Both my neighbours are council tenants that have lived there for years. Neighbour on one side is a divorced woman in her 50's, grown up kids, and she's milking the system. Neighbours on the other side are a bat-sh*t crazy old couple, and I'm pretty sure the guy next door to them on the other side is a drug dealer. Apart from the odd hello when I see them I don't really speak, because I really can't be arsed. We sometimes get a bit of bother from the mad old b*stards next door. It's usually her screaming at him at some unearthly hour and she did go through a spate of playing opera at full blast at 3am.