Background – while neighbour on holiday I happened to have time off work, so painted the eaves of the roof of my bungalow. My outside wall is at the edge of their drive. Being polite I said hello to her folks while they came round watering the plants which they clearly did not like. (Said ‘I can’t understand’ and scuttled inside).
They were back for 5 days before clocking the eaves were painted.
I went out in my car on Sat afternoon, saw the wench next door jumping around the front room looking at the car.
Came back – she was listening out for me, came to the edge of her drive, said ‘Did you wait until we were on holiday for the painting? I replied politely ‘I don’t want an argument, enjoy the rest of the afternoon’
Went into my back door, saw cat hurtling through catflap with the wench in fine form. Banging on the door, I refused to let her in. She was screaming:
1. You were trespassing
2. Were you snooping?
3. I am going to trespass on your garden. (Feel free I said, but may call the police)
4. You call the police and I will show the camera footage. (Which does not exist or she would see me scrubbing paint off their car!)
5. Do you like talking to my family members?
6. Do you like small children?
Thankfully I think she realised she pushed it too far and disappeared. No idea where the small children thing came from, other than her 5 year old son is often in the window waving at me when I am in my front garden after attention that his parents don’t give him, hence known by locals as ‘the voice on a stick’.
Sensible and humerous coping mechanisms welcome…..
They were back for 5 days before clocking the eaves were painted.
I went out in my car on Sat afternoon, saw the wench next door jumping around the front room looking at the car.
Came back – she was listening out for me, came to the edge of her drive, said ‘Did you wait until we were on holiday for the painting? I replied politely ‘I don’t want an argument, enjoy the rest of the afternoon’
Went into my back door, saw cat hurtling through catflap with the wench in fine form. Banging on the door, I refused to let her in. She was screaming:
1. You were trespassing
2. Were you snooping?
3. I am going to trespass on your garden. (Feel free I said, but may call the police)
4. You call the police and I will show the camera footage. (Which does not exist or she would see me scrubbing paint off their car!)
5. Do you like talking to my family members?
6. Do you like small children?
Thankfully I think she realised she pushed it too far and disappeared. No idea where the small children thing came from, other than her 5 year old son is often in the window waving at me when I am in my front garden after attention that his parents don’t give him, hence known by locals as ‘the voice on a stick’.
Sensible and humerous coping mechanisms welcome…..
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