Human race seems to be made up of morons.

Last night had Child Services on the phone, problems with a tenant....guess which one.

The one that has the idiot woman across the street. She's now calling all sorts of people complaining about them, and then it just adds stress to me because I get to find out. The tenants haven't done themselves many favours it has to be said, but they deserve better than the wally across the road.

What annoys me about this interfering biddy is that she calls herself a Christian yet has never given these people half a chance! Very un-Christian like. Even told her one day. Trouble is that I can handle the occasional Christian because of my fathers profession for a few years - a Christian minister. So I know my way round the Bible - don't quote me scripture and think you'll get away with it. (I'm not a practising Christian these days).

What is galling about this woman is that she gives Christians a bad name. Being a Christian does not mean you give the neighbours a bit of paper outlining what they did wrong the previous days and what bits of scripture to look up! (Seriously, she's been doing this).

We also discover some other woman on that street is happy to make complaints because she wanted to rent our house in the first place!

Later on I get a couple of prospective tenants for Manchester. Great. Couple more idiots. The woman was the size of a small house, instantly didn't like the floor (no one does) - but not a big issue because it's gonna get replaced, but then she goes on "will it be $500 a month?" not a chance, "and can we work the deposit off?" and "can the water heater be changed to electric?". F**k me love, anything else you want for this bargain $500pm that ain't going to happen?? And the ever best "we can't move in straight away, we'd have to safe up for the first months rent". Always a winner that - saving up for the first months rent. GTFO.

So I did what all strong men do; smiled and referred her to my wife.

Then it turns out The Crazy from across the road is actually a crackhead, and I swear to God that if The Crazy cycles past the house and winds up JimBob one more time I'm gonna set the dog on him once and for all. Swear he is annoying the dog quite deliberately now.

I spoke to his son (the guy who owns their house thankfully) and it turns out that his dad has been in la-la land for at least the last 20 years and is convinced that he's hidden a stash of money at our (investors) house.

So far we've had the kitchen walls out - no wallet, bathroom walls out - no wallet, kitchen light fixture down - no wallet.

In the US there is the Flying Dutchman's gold in the Superstition Mountains and people get mystified by it and spend years searching for the gold. For some reason I think we're on a similar story, The Crazy's Wallet.

NB, this picture is straight, just discovered that taking a picture with all the lines straight is more difficult than just standing there snapping a Blip. OOOooo new lighting gear for the camera arrives tomorrow or Wednesday.