I must say I’m not entirely enamoured with the type of people who’ve been moving into our street recently.
Whilst I have nothing against the less educated or cultured, I have a lot against the foul, obnoxious underclasses who spend their day sitting in front of their houses drinking, smoking and turning our street into some kind of Jobcentre-themed community art installation.
They are loud, they are unsightly and I not wish to have to look at them every day.
And they appear to be attracting others of own kind and spreading, colonising. They’re like a mildly sentient fungus.
I sincerely hope we move soon, to somewhere where the peasantry has no foothold.