Revista Autoesporte Março/10 - Porsche Panamera S V8 4.4

I'm one of those people who has lots of things that really, *really* irritate her. However, my main one at the moment, has to be my next door neighbour.

Let me elaborate, because having an actual person as pet peeve seams somewhat...harsh? But until you have lived next to this man, you really have no understanding of how.....infuriating someone can be.

It began when he moved in. On our first meeting, which should have just been a courteous nod of our heads as I left my home with my young daughter and he entered his with his canine friend. Oh no. Not only did I discover his name, for the purpose of this, we shall name him...Eldorado, I learnt that he owned the property next to mine (he has previously been renting to tenants) but had suddenly had the need to relocate and thus move back in to said property. Not wanting to know much more I merely smiled and nodded in the right place. Eldorado went on to explain he was in the middle of divorcing his wife (apparently she's an abusive alcoholic) and also starting a custody battle for his three children (who's ages, names and favourite foods I also learnt in this conversation). See, that should have been the warning I needed. That should have not only just set off alarm bells, but also big flashing neon signs that this guy was a wierdo! However, I shrugged it off and laughed about the experience with my mother in law and partner.

Two days later, it was roughly 8.30, I was on the phone to my mother putting the world to rights and ironically, laughing about this meeting with my neighbour, when there came a knock at the door. It was Eldorado requesting to borrow some milk. Being neighbourly I consented and gave him a spare bottle. Thinking that would be the end of it (after all when I answered the door he'd clearly heard me telling my mum I'd only be a minute) I was somewhat disappointed when he tried to engage me in conversation. Now maybe I should explain, I have confrontation issues and also this man is in his mid forties and I'm a young 20. I managed to chivvy him away and that was the last of it for a while.

Now, situations of him being overly chatty and too familiar with me I can tolerate....despite hating them I figured he was just overly friendly and I had witnessed him giving my visitors the same treatment so I just grinned and beared it for a while (even when he decided to rename me Sarah.) But then the car issue started.

One day, I had my daughter in her pram and was leaving my house when uhoh, there was a car right out side my door impeding my ability to leave the property. Now this confused me, because a mere...2 meters away was the opposite side of the road with numerous empty car spaces. But, I just smiled when he moved it for me. Put it down to a one off and continued with my day.

Now that first experience was 6 months ago. This is still happening now. Only now, his friend. The pillock in the porsche as I refer to him, seems to think its socially acceptable to roar (yes roar) up to the property, park right outside my house and play his music unreasonably loudly (when I can hear his music outside over my tv inside...its too loud) this is a somewhat nightly occurrence....even my partner (who typically is so laid back he may aswell be laying down) is getting fed up of it now.

But even that I could cope with, until the lady over the road (who hates me for other reasons) decided to stop me in the middle of a supermarket to berate me for being an unfit mother and of "council estate mentality". Now that left me ...shaking, nearly in tears and very very annoyed. This woman believed the music that was playing until early hours every night was coming from my property, she also assumed the vehicles parking outside my property belonged to me and my friends. Not the neighbour.

Now, I have a 10month old child...why would I have loud music at all hours?

So, understandably my pet peeve is definitely my neighbour next door. The woman over the road? I'll just have to make do with the fact my mere existence annoys her.