don’t know when Sheffield City Council stopped being known as ‘the corporation’
but if you have any idea, you may be able to date this story about neighbours.
I’ve no doubt it dates from those well-known halcyon days when men were real men, fridges were real fridges, and close-knit northern
communities were real close-knit northern communities.
Radio Sheffield covered the topic of neighbourliness this morning (thanks for
the heads-up Martin) and a lady called Frieda called in (for the next few days
you can catch her remarks here
at about 2:20.40). At the mention of ‘neighbours from hell,’ Frieda said in a
matter of fact way, ‘I’ve ‘ad ‘em luv’ –
‘When I first came in
‘ere. They tried to make my life hell but I stuck ‘em out and they’re dead now…
Anonymous letters, threatening me, threatening me children…’
was that then?
‘We’d just moved into our
house… and we bought a little fridge it were, one of them that you used to buy
for a pound off the corporation, we’d just moved in, bought this little fridge,
and all hell were let loose. I don’t know why, but when t’police came, they
said it were jealousy... Little tiny fridge. But I stuck ‘em out… for about
four year, if not more.’