kitchen, & more from the moron next door

  Yesterday morning the September sun made the kitchen look so pretty, bathing it in pale golden light. I grabbed my phone and took a few photos, planning to write a blog post after Bill and I had been to the shop for a few bits and pieces. I've said so many times that I will show photos, but for whatever reason just haven't got round to it.

However, when we returned home we found the nutcase idiot woman next door had been up to her tricks again, hacking at the plant growing on the trellis on the fence and chucking it over in a pile. She manages to take Petty to a whole other level. I've never known anyone so miserable and spiteful as her.
On the 6th September I spent a good amount of time in the garden cutting back said plant, but of course it wasn't going to make her happy. It seems that whenever the husband goes out for the day she decides that she is perfectly entitled to take out any frustration or anger out on us. I don't blame him at all for going out and not taking her with him, he must need the break.
But he also needs to man up and tell her to stop behaving in this manner. I've had quiet words with him about it, and despite him saying 'we don't need to fall out' she is making it clear that she's doing things for exactly that to happen. It's happened. She has gone out of her way to cause trouble, not something you do if you like people is it? She is not someone we want anything to do with, best ignored at all times.

So enough was enough, and we spent a good couple of hours cutting the plant right back and removing the trellis. I didn't get to blog, and Bill didn't get to make a start on the greenhouse which is being repainted. The pink was lovely but we've opted for a Cotswolds green this time.
Now no plant grows along the fence and it looks as bland and dull as she does. She is a nasty piece of work. As we worked she came out to mutter and sweep up, then I watched as she chucked over the tiny amount of leaves that had fallen over back over the fence. That's what I mean about her level of pettiness. There were hardly any leaves as we were careful so if anything she should have been impressed at our care, but no. She's a moany misery guts. Anyone with a brain would leave it until the cutting back was complete to start sweeping up and just chuck it away, but she has to do it while we're working, chuck it into our garden and then run into her house quickly because she's a coward as most bullies are.

It's gone beyond being mildly annoying, this woman is attacking us and our home, and it has to stop. We have made sure that no plants, trees, roses or anything touch their fence or drape over. Everything is cut and away from the fence, nothing even touches it so she would need to lean over into our garden in order to cut anything. She has no need or right to do that, and no excuse at all to cut anything or throw anything else over the fence. But it's Autumn, and no doubt it'll be our fault when the leaves fall from the trees on the park behind us. I'm joking (sort of) but I'm not laughing. She's heartily pissed me off now and I've had enough. We ignore her, we don't engage, we want nothing to do with her, but as with all bullies looking for attention she carries on with stupid little petty acts. Even though we totally ignore her and just make changes to put her stop to her idiocy.
I wonder how she'd feel if one day I decided that after working in the garden I decided to dump all the crap over her fence for no reason, as she did. I have a feeling she wouldn't like that very much. I've got no doubt at all that she has mental issues, her behaviour is far from normal and she needs some help. No, I'm not sympathetic to her, she's vile and I've had enough.
I've taken advice and will act on it if she does anything else. Which she will, as tomorrow Project 3 begins, and for whatever reason, she seems to think that anything we do has to be approved by her. Not her business, she needs to stay out of it.
Anyway. It has taken longer than I planned, but these are photos of the kitchen. The beatuiful kitchen that ignited hatred, spite, and probably a dollop of jealousy to the miserable old sow next door.