That's why I said trivial request SoupDragon. Someone regularly climbing over a wall* isn't something I'd accommodate and I'd fully expect my husband to ask if I'd gone mad if I acceded to it.
But neighbours, or anyone for that matter, asking politely to do something is surely not a problem and something you can deal with without permission from anyone else, elaborate excuses about insurers or fake horror stories about rights of way.
- one glorious Sunday morning in April 2014 I let my adopted indoor cat out into my back garden for the first time in his 10 years while I cleaned the windows.
I went round to the front and the door slammed in the draught. I was absolutely fucking frantic and kicking myself for being so stupid. Everyone was out and I was panicking because it was his first time out ever in his whole life and I was imagining all sorts - if I lost him, I'd be devastated.
After about an hour of frantic knocking my new neighbours returned and I begged them to let them shimmy over the wall. They had actually added a trellis to it without consulting me, making it about 9ft but I wasn't going to argue about that.
The husband said he didn't think I should climb over because he was worried for my safety = translation: don't damage my trellis. His wife, Fleur, said: 'Tim, then why don't you go over?' Meanwhile I said dramatically: 'Nobby needs me. I'll pay for any damage.' As I climbed over my trousers snagged, exposing my big pants.
Anyway, I dropped down safely but Nobby was nowhere to be found. Tearfully, I made my way in and found him curled up on the Sky box.
I've bonded with Tim and Fleur through that experience and agree with the song that everybody needs good neighbours. This is Nobby