BimboBob
Well-Known Member
years ago while pebble dashing an extension, the grumpy fucker from next door came out ranting and raving about a few stones which had gone into his garden, being diplomatic as i am, i explained that they would all be cleaned up and every where left clean and tidy, would he have it??. would he fuck and continued to rant and rave, to the point where i just flipped and give it him both barrells, effing this, effing that, i went into a mega tirade of abuse to the poor sod, he just put his head down and went into his house, probably shaking, couple of months later, wife phones me and asks me to go to lads parents evening as she was stuck in work and cudnt get away, last teacher we saw??, yep you guessed it, the grumpy fucker from next door, if looks could kill!!
What sort of parent doesn't know that their son's teacher lives next door? I would imagine your son might have mentioned it a few times!