Yesterday evening I was coming home from looking for my friend, and yet again my neighbours had a visitor’s car in our shared access. I was cross. I”ve put up with a lot and smiled.
I went in to ask if it could be moved as they don’t/can’t ask for my consent.In lockdown that car was there all day one day. Which was illegal.
And it turns out that last night there were two visitors in the house which is also illegal.
So a door was slammed in face. Rude. The illegal guest came out and started bossing me around in a thick foreign accent. Rude.
I come into my garden and I hear them talking about me. A language I don’t speak, but obvious. Rude.
They have repeatedly turned up their TV so loud that I cannot think. I suppose they think that having it louder makes it easier to understand. Stupid.
Their dog has yapped maddengly.
What is it about that house? Oh well yes, they were written to by a very malicious former neighbour but she threw stuff over my fence with no provacation.
The only one that was never rude to me was Anya, a lady from Slovenia. And her departure is blamed on me to with a lie.
The owner gave me problems too, a very rude man. A neighbour across the road told me he has mental health problems or learning difficulties.
I had to call the community police a few times when he was intransigently threatening. I was terrified him.
This morning I awoke with pain from ankle to hip. I somehow got myself out to water my garden and watched the beauty of water sinking into the soil.
It was 5am. I used watering cans that I had filled yesterday.
I called for a doctor at 8.30 am. I slept from just before 10am until 1.30pm.
I am waiting for a call back from X-ray for an appointment. I kept myself safe since before lockdown as it was too late. I will not compromise myself now.
I think I will go and sit and paint my gates.
I know some lovely people. Why do I get the horrid ones next to me?