I remember, back in early nineties, fitting an extension for a lady who had just moved in to a brand new estate, and wanted a phone in the 3rd bedroom (box room, think she was using as an office). Lovely lady, really pleasant, curteous, friendly, the type you'd love to have as a neighbour. She was one of the first to move in down her road. I remember telling her that, from my dealings with people who had already moved in that I had been to, it seemed a nice area.
Anyways, about 3 weeks later, I had to go to her neighbour, as their phone wasn't working. Walked in, what a rather mess. Some of the internal doors were missing panels, the dog had scratched a lot of the paintwork on the skirting, and damaged the plasterboard walls, and there was a man shaped hole between the kitchen and living room where somebody had gone through it. The woman in there, right slag, was effing and blinding at the screaming kid, chain smoking, and trying to tear me off a strip about the phone not working because they'd ripped the socket off the wall trying to move it. Stung her with a bill, but doubt she ever paid.
The nice neighbour came out when I was in the van filling out the charge sheets, told me they were Housing Association tenents (apparently, to get planning permission, the developers had to 'give' housing association 1 in 10 houses

), and had moved in 2 days earlier. 2 days to wreck a brand new house.
Disgraceful.