A charming couple (he a former military man of Scottish heritage, she a witty raconteur with a fantastic chocolate cake recipe and a supportive auntie) and their delightful children, moved into a new house last back-end sometime.
They discovered, first, that the garage that went with their house was being used by a man who was most reluctant to move his crap out until the law was drawn down on him. Secondly, a plot suitable for vegetable growing, at a little distance from the house, was being used (and had been for some time) by a woman known to us as Babs. Babs is old enough to know better, but like the garage chancer, pretended not to, and again required a solicitor's letter.
Babs was supported by a very very foolish man, called 'Penfold' in this narrative, who not only cast aspersions at OP's husband's Scottish accent but also impugned his sexuality, possibly because of the colour of his shirt. This chest-thumping not have impressed Babs as much as he hoped because he referred to her as an 'old lady'. afaik she is in her mid 60s. Like me. I am not old (though terribly ladylike, obviously).
Opinion is divided as to whether the original owner and seller 'Sally' was complicit in all this and deliberately causing trouble or whether she was brow-beaten by the grabbers. The theory that Babs' shed and the garage were the centre of a massive drug production and distribution network is not proven, and the garage thief has very conveniently (for him) died, leaving a rapacious sister to carry on his foul legacy.
Meanwhile the OP has been very ill, had major surgery, been forced to wear dreadful compression stockings and been PUT ON THE NAUGHTY STEP BY BLOODY MUMSNET just when we were all desperate for updates. Not naughty step for being ill btw, for being right about something else.
Buy eventually we learned that justice has prevailed and out heroine and hero are in undisputed possession of their own property.
There is much else, but that is some highlights.