my boyfriend at the time reported two of their cars untaxed, so eventually someone came and towed them away.

whole thing was his idea, and he was the one who reported it, not me. and when he reported it, i didn’t know he was doing it. he had made the call in my kitchen while i was in the lounge watching telly. and he had only joked about doing it at that point, we hadn’t agreed yet that he would actually do anything.

so he comes out of the kitchen and into the lounge and he has this naughty little grin on his face, and i’m like “what”. and he told me he had reported them.

and i laughed, but then i was also slightly worried. and i was a bit annoyed that he hadn’t actually told me he was gonna make the call.

but quite frankly, they deserved it. that effing family took up so much space. rotting caravan outside, complete eyesore, loads of cars parked around their house, often making noise, the idiot grown son loitering outside all the time, thought he was a real bad boy but he was just a fat inbred loser.

and my boyfriend did it because those neighbours were complete chavy assholes who had not been friendly at all towards me from the moment i moved into the road, because i’m an “outsider” eg not british born and didn’t grow up in their precious little area. and their grown son had been doing some stupid things that constituted anti social behaviour against me, and it had been going on for a long time, and i was beyond fed up with it all.

so my boyfriend had wanted to get them back.

but guess who got the blame. me.

so no, i didn’t get “caught”, because i didn’t do it. but i got blamed for it.

so next time one of your friends, or your boyfriend, wants to do you a “favour” and get back at your neighbours, consider that you are the one who has to live there, not them, and that you are gonna have to deal with the consequences, not them.

and maybe my ex should have thought of that before he made the effing call. because he left me with a mess. hopefully that wasn’t his intent.