My neighbour sounds positively sane and mild in comparison to some of these! I mean, I’m glad that I no longer live next door to weed-smoking teenagers, performative sex participants or couples who participate in daily screaming arguments, but he is deeply unpleasant. He is of the opinion that he is God, that he owns the lane, and likes to attempt to rule the neighbours with a mixture of fear and intimidation… to the point that he tried to bully his favourite neighbour into moving next door to him and they refused, so I got it instead.
He hates women.
He enjoyed using my garden as a car park until I blocked his access with what the neighbours called “The beginning of the Great Wall of China”… and staring through the windows at me, while I was busy minding my own business.
His dog is permitted to use my garden as its own personal loo, but he will not pick up after it. I admit that, in frustration, I’ve thrown it over his fence in the hope that he steps in it. I have been instructed that my own dogs are not to go in my garden because it distracts his, so they are sent out to wee freely whenever he isn’t around.
Part of his garden backs onto mine. I regularly get glared at for butchering his garden in the spring and summer, because I do not appreciate a wild mixture of thorns growing into my garden, suffocating my plants and looking untidy.
He has had a go at everyone on the lane, and is the only one left out of all of the neighbours’ events. He has been known to scream at the children on the lane, for sledging in the next field. He doesn’t own the field, and the owners are happy for the children to play in it when it’s free of livestock.
He decided that he would like a puppy, so allowed his dog to mount a neighbour’s very young and unneutered bitch. She ended up in-pup.
He has been known to scream at delivery people and throw parcels at them. For some reason, they all seem to favour leaving parcels at the only house with no name on the gate. Also, as he does not do online shopping, nor should anyone else; we should buy everything locally. The fact that we live several miles from the nearest shops is irrelevant.
He has barred anyone and everyone from going into his garden or house. It wasn’t until an electricity meter person forcibly entered (with the landlords) that the presence of rats were discovered in the kitchen… including in the drawers. He’s also had squirrels and wasps nesting in the loft, which was fun for the roofer who was allergic to wasp stings.
The potholes in the lane are not to be filled, because it encourages people to drive slowly, and the lone streetlight is not to be fixed, as it shines over his unused driveway. (It’s unclear as to whether or not it is a private lane- not owned by him- or to be maintained by the council).
We are not to park near his cars. He is far too special to park in the allotted parking spaces, and you get told to move if you happen to be obstructing his Chosen Parking Spot of the day, even if you’re on a tip run at the time (I’ve had this one).
Despite this, he expects us all to be polite and wave to him as he passes…
He doesn't know that we were all enthusiastically wondering if he was dead when nobody had seen him for a few days. We were disappointed when he turned up again.