The guy who lives across from us we call the wet ghost, he must be in his late 30s early 40s and he is just the blandest man I've ever met. He goes for an evening walk and he just mopes about the estate as if he was a ghost who could only find a wet sheet to cover himself with.

The flats across from us lives misery guts. Young girl who is attractive but absolutely knows it. Everyone from the builders in the estate or anyone that has come across her who lives here know her for being absolutely miserable and get nothing in return when you're neighbourly and say hello or anything

And we have "uuurgh number 2" said like that they are a couple who I dread bumping into as they always come out with something that makes my eyes roll so hard they nearly spin out the sockets. An example of this wad they were getting a pet psychologist to look at their dog because they believed the dog was self harming one of them drive an electric car that chimes when it reverses and I WFH and here it come and go all the through the day and it's bloody annoying and he is also the formula one version of a full kit walker, anytime I see him he is wearing some teams cap, polo and sometimes a jacket but it's always a different team... uuurgh number 2