| 00:00 - 00:03 | It's been a long week, Ms. Kidds. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Your neighbours have stopped |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | doing home renovations |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | and smoking outside their back door. |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | And the tennis balls in the tumble dryer have gone. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Well that's good, finally perhaps |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | I can get some peace in this fucking house. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Ms. Kidds |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | I'm afraid someone |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | has arranged an event on your village green. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Also, your neighbour ran over a log. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Take Arthur, Snakey and that old book I keep going on about upstairs. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | I am the HR Lady! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | I don't need to put up with this bollocks! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | I tolerated that salad-chomping Dutchman |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | for fucking ages. |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | And he had the shits all the time. |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | Bunch of ungrateful pricks. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | I mean, honestly |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | I wake up at 5.30 in the morning. |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Ms Kidds, you drove all the way to Wales for that horse. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Oh I fucking know it! And it cost me enough! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Ms. Kidds, it was one of your life dreams. |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | I know what dreams are, arsehole! |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Do you? |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Every day, I wake up to the sound |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | of some cockhole hammering a fence into the ground. |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | like I live on a construction site. |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | It's Suffolk, not the middle of Birmingham. |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | How long does it take to refurbish a cottage? |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I just want to walk my dog in peace |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | and not get oil all over my carpet. |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | I could do with a wrap right now. |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | With lots of Perinaise. That my daughter stole. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Allegedly. I don't want to get in the shit here. |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | It never ends. |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | It's bad enough that Andy Farren keeps bothering me. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | I think he has a thing for me. Like he has a chance. |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | With his Muslim beard. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | I have standards, for fuck's sake. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | The very cheek of it. |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | It's OK, Andy has a good sense of humour. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | But this new job is pretty good. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | It's close to where I live and there's that guy.... |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | ...who smells of kebabs. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | I can get rid of those noisy neighbours. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Nobody would notice if I buried them under the patio, |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | and covered up the garden afterwards. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | What are the cunts going to do? |
