garden update & neighbour nonsense

  The greenhouse is looking lovely this morning. From this angle it looks finished but it's half done. The other side and the back still need to be painted, but it's getting there.

Gorgeous start to the week, it's grey and rainy. I'm in the kitchen with a candle, the painter is here and getting on with the bathroom. He had a great idea which I've gone with and am excited to see the end result.

Every day I start off by walking down the side of the house to see if the idiot woman next door has chucked anything else over. At the end of September I looked and spotted this on top of the compost bin.
Hmm. How on earth did that get there, I wonder. The plumber was here so I showed him the photo and double checked with him that this was nothing he had removed from the bathroom and he hadn't accidentally scuttled down the side of the house and dumped it there. He laughed and said 'no, it's downpipe!' which I already knew, but I just wanted to clarify before taking it up with the mister next door.

You may be reading this and thinking 'just let it go', but I'll tell you why I'm not. Even though I hate to waste time thinking about or talking about this rubbish, I feel the need to have a detailed account, because I may well need it in the future.
This stupid woman is flytipping. And that's against the law. I doubt if she's thought about that for a second, but I've checked and that's exactly what she's doing.
Even when she chucks over rose stems and flowers from her garden, it is classed as garden flytipping. When she's hacked at plants from our garden she is allowed to cut things overhanging the boundary, but then she was meant to either ASK if we wanted it back, or get rid of it herself. Instead she's hacked and then chucked it over. Again, it's considered flytipping. Which is why I've taken advice and why I've kept a record and recording it here.

Bill spoke to the husband and showed the downpipe, and for the second time was given an excuse of it being the wind to blame. Not sure how stupid he thinks we are, but his story of how the wind had blown it over after it had been leaning against the ladder he has on his side of fence is nothing short of ridiculous, I don't even have to start to say why. I mean, look at it. It hasn't fallen, it has been PLACED there, by some moron leaning over quite a way to do it. Although I would have asked him that had he seen this miracle wind, why hadn't he told us when it happened when he knows exactly what his vile wife has been doing? She has been abusing our home and it's so annoying. It's annoying that not only does he seem to think it's all innocent and everything is down to the wind (complete with gnarly hands), but he honestly seems to think we are still friends and want to chat. she's ruined that. I don't want to chat and I know Bill is done with both of them.

On the 6th September after yet more of our plant had been hacked and thrown over, I gave it a really good cut back. I took a photo, you can see quite a bit came off.

The trellis and plant were both put up years before these two moved in, and with the permission of the previous owners. It gave a bit of privacy to us and them as their kitchen door is right there.

Once the old witch decided to look for something - anything - to moan about, she decided that trying to break the trellis and hack the plant was the way to go. I've got proof of her doing both. My thinking was by cutting it back and thinning it out she shouldn't hate it so much, but nope, I was wrong. And as usual when her husband was out one Saturday, Bill and I returned home to find that yet again she'd cut it and chucked it over. It seems on weekends when she's home alone she loses the plot and starts her tricks. Enough was enough, so we cut the whole thing down and removed the trellis.

Horrible. As bland and dull as she is. While we worked the idiot came out and started muttering, swept the leaves up in a small dustpan (because we'd done it carefully and only a few leaves fell), and I stood and watched as her nasty hand threw them back over the fence. This is how petty she is. We were taking the damn thing down which is clearly what she wanted, yet she still had to chuck stuff over. An aside is as with other things, you do not have the right to throw leaves into someone's garden either. I'm convinced her plan was to break the fence and try to blame us in order to force us to at least pay towards a new one. My gut says that's exactly what she was up to, and now there is nothing on or near it so she can't do that. Plus we've taken away her spiteful game. Their side of the fence has all manner of crap on it, numerous trellis, ladders attached, a ton of stuff on what is an old and rickety 20 year old fence. One massive storm this winter and that thing is coming down. We had supports on our side to help sturdy the fence, but they've come down now. No help from us anymore.

We obviously aren't leaving it like this. We have a plan that will irritate her but there is nothing she can do as it will be in our garden and absolutely nothing to do with her. More on that when the item arrives and we build it 😜

Why do we need to do something to block this view? Well, apart from the fact that we don't want to see the old crone at all, Rick, the husband seems to think this is a social thing so we can chat!?!?

Last Wednesday afternoon I sat on the swing at the bottom of the garden, thinking about stuff and enjoying the warm breeze. I saw the back door open because it's so open now, and I saw Rick's head. I watched as that head moved closer until it was peering over the fence, looking at our garden. He slowly looked around until he realised I was sitting at the bottom of the garden watching him. He looked, I looked. He carried on looking, I carried on looking. Then he waved. I sort of waved back and he spoke, I couldn't hear him so went over. He said 'you're miles away, in another world'. To which I replied it was a nicer place to be sometimes, then there was inane chat about the weather until I went in.

So annoyed with myself. I don't want to talk to him, yet I felt obliged to because he was peering over the fence. I told Bill what had happened and he was irritated that this berk was nosing over.
On Saturday Bill was painting the greenhouse and I was taking my washing off the line, out comes Rick and over to the fence. Peers over with 'hello Sadie', I said 'alright?' 'hello Bill', and a very curt 'hello' from Bill who continued painting and ignored him. It was awkward, why on earth does Rick think he can do that? We are annoyed because we felt we had no choice but to make changes in our garden in order to stop the old witch from constantly attacking it, and yet Rick has decided it's all ok and now he can look over and talk as if it's perfectly fine and normal. But it's not. And I really don't want to chitty chat when taking my knickers off the washing line!
His wife is disgusting, and his acceptance of her behaviour and assuming that it's fine for her to abuse our home is equally disgusting. In his head it's a case of just carry on, gloss over and it'll all be ok. Nope. I hold grudges until my dying day when people have been truly vile, I will never speak to her again. I will never take in another delivery, or offer to get shopping when they need it, or watch their house when they are away. I will do nothing. I don't even get their bins in on a Tuesday any more, and try to get out quickly to retrieve ours before Rick does it. I don't want him doing that again. We are not friends, it is all her fault.

Once the bathroom is done, and Project 2 is finished, there is a smaller one-day project coming up and then that is it for Big Projects. All done. I am certain that once the comings and goings of trade cease here, the idiot woman next door will calm down and assume she can speak to us. For her sake she had better not bother, she has shown her true colours and they are filthy.