Neighbours…

Our new neighbour will be moving in tomorrow, apparently – he’s not only passed the credit check but he’s also been thoroughly vetted via the local grapevine. In fact, I’m not 100% sure why the landlords bother with a credit check, given that they have been able to discover the poor chap’s life story, work record, personal habits and – I have no doubt – taste in underwear in just a couple of phone calls. (They say Salman Rushdie went into hiding not far from here during the Satanic Verses fatwa fuss, and I have to say that he can’t have chosen a worse place to be anonymous)

Sadly, among all the other things we know about him is the fact that he doesn’t have a cat, so the cat-shaped hole will go unfilled. And obviously, I definitely won’t be spending most of tomorrow just happening to be gardening out the front as he moves in

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5 Responses to Neighbours…

  1. Charles says:

    Acquire a cat, preferably with dubious antecedants . Then you can enjoy its, limited, company while denying parentage. No cat I have ever met acknowledges ownership…

  2. disgruntled says:

    heh. Turns out what the local vetting missed is that he’s another cyclist… can’t think how that one slipped through the net

  3. Charles says:

    Introduce him to ASBO buzzard…..

  4. Dot says:

    Someone told me that Rushdie spent part of his period in hiding in the gazebo in Bono’s garden. I would love this to be true.

  5. disgruntled says:

    I think even if it isn’t it ought to be

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