Subsequently the inhabitants were under constant harassment from young men on pushbikes sporting pristine white shirts and large black Bibles determined to alleviate their suffering – it didn't help, them or the residents.
The front yard of the house looked like a train wreck with uncut lawn and dilapidated vehicles. The backyard was worse with a plethora of unfinished projects everywhere, more cars in various states of repair, numerous motorcycles, a speedboat and a small beer garden with a mountain of beer bottles signalling its presence.
Life was good then.