I'm going all 'Victor Meldrew' now! UNBELIEVABLE!! I think I have the most anal, pig ignorant neighbour in the world! Don't get me wrong, we are on speaking terms, there has, on occasion, been the odd conversation over the fence, the exchanging of Christmas cards, waves when driving past and so on. I don't dislike the man even though my secret nickname for him is 'Fanny'.
When he does things like nail bits of plastic sheeting all over his porch held up with planks of wood, to stop the sparrows nesting so they nest in mine and I have to spend weeks cleaning up tonnes of bird crap, I'm not really surprised. When he spends a fortune on a 'penis extension' power tool pressure washer thingy to clean the flags on the drive way, which we share, and doesn't go more than half an inch over on to my side at any point for the full length of the drive, yet leaves all his washed off muck on my flags, I'm not shocked.
But yesterday... Something happened I did not like! Yes, Miss Wonky got cross...
Out he was, with another enormous trouser bulging power tool, a hedge trimmer that looked like it could bring down and area of rain forest! Rather large, I thought for that small bit of hedge we share at the top of the back garden, oh well, each to their own. The next thing I know he is in MY garden, cutting MY side, that I didn't want cutting! He didn't ask, wasn't invited, just helped himself! Why stop there, why not walk into my living room and give the budgie a bath! That is MY garden!! Grrrrr.... I was in my jammies, I couldn't go out and shout 'Oi, You, What the effing hell do you think you're doing?' like I wanted to. Not wanting to get stressed (I have a dodgy ticker, this you might know, the title of my blog may have given that away!) I decided to let it go, he's a prick, I'll have to learn to live with it.
Today, still just that little bit narked, I ventured out to inspect the hedge. Not that bad I thought, and he's cleaned up the cuttings, kind of, a bit of debris... I'm over it! Then I noticed something green hanging out of my brown wheelie bin.... NOOOO.... He'd only gone and filled up MY garden waste bin with HIS cuttings!!! The collection was two days ago, they come once a month, now mine is full to the top! I have to say, I invented new swear words, I flipped, if there was anyone in the area I apologise because that was some rant I had there! And now I will have to drag this heavy bin to the road side in a few weeks, bring it back and fill it again with my stuff I will have had to put in bags because there wasn't the room.
The pure ignorance of this man though. I don't know if he thought he was doing me a favour, I can't see it, he's done nothing but cause me stress before, he probably just wanted some more time with his throbbing tool (nudge wink). He is fully aware of the fact I am very ill, he has stood and watched me being carted into the back of an ambulance, he knows I live alone, and have limited help. He knows I don't have the money for power tools, the strength to do big gardening jobs or DIY... I do not expect anyone to do things for me, but is it wrong to expect someone not to make things harder? I guess the thing that makes my blood boil the most about this man is because I am the type of person who would give him my last sandwich if I thought he was hungrier than me.
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