Council tax revaluers want to charge us more if we live in a nice area. That ought to mean discounts for those of us who live in rough areas. We have a huge council house in our street. The extended family is run by a grumpy old woman with a pack of fierce dogs. Her car isn't taxed or insured, and doesn't even have a number plate, but the police still do nothing.
Her bad tempered old man is famous for upsetting foreigners with racist comments. A shopkeeper blames him for ordering the murder of his son and his son's girlfriend, but nothing has been proved yet.
All their kids have broken marriages except the youngest, who everyone thought was gay. Two grandsons were meant to be in the Army but were always seen out in nightclubs.
The family's odd antics are always in the papers. They are out of control. Honestly.
After losing out on two houses due to past events. I live in private rented accomodation. Which brought me to realise that after paying mortgages for more than 25 years, I didn't own a brick. By purchasing one nice sand faced Fleton, my lack of equity in the property market was solved.