She really irritates me and today has been the straw that broke the camel’s back!
This morning when we left for school I noticed a note on her door, couldn’t quite read it all but saw ‘blah blah blah number 8 [our house]’ so I sent dd over to read it.
It says ‘please leave all deliveries at number 8’. She hasn’t asked me! I work from home and I really hate being disturbed by the door all day but I have to answer it in case it’s actually for me. I felt sorry for our lovely postman, it’s not his fault so I took it in. But I ignored two more this afternoon that I happened to see go to her door first. I know this will get worse leading up to Christmas.
She’s now been home for a good two hours and still not come and collected her shite. I cannot take it round.
It annoys me more because a few weeks ago we asked her to move her crap from our shared alleyway and it’s still there.
I’m gutless and a bit PA though. I won’t say anything to her face because I’m a bit gutless. She’s a bit gobby and rough, I’d rather stay on the right side of her and just do the bear minimum in neighbourly contact.