All I want is a quiet life and instead the street suddenly has Children From Hell. A family moved in last year and since then, one of their two kids has been getting on my last nerve. The parents kick them out the house every chance they get, probably because the boy, excuse my language, is a little shit. So they tell him to play somewhere else and it's my house he plays outside. Oh lucky me.
He yells and screams and swears non stop. He climbs on top of our bins, hides the small food waste bin or takes it away to play with it, he swings on our gates, rides his scooter down our garden path, throws rubbish into the garden and makes a bloody nuisance of himself, driving me round the bend. This morning I seen him grabbing our bin and about to walk off with it so I went outside to sort him out, telling him in my Loud and Angry Voice to stay away from our bins and driveway. You should have seen the look of shock on his face at someone finally giving him a telling off. Obviously his parents have never given him any discipline, judging by his reaction. He and sister instantly vanished back to their own house and quiet has been restored. And he is only four years old at the most. He'll be real trouble when he's older so lets hope they move away soon.
I must admit, telling him to get lost was soooo satisfying...!