A delightful woman moved into the holiday home next door, we know the LL and they usually air bnb it, but this woman wanted it for six months to write a book.
Anyway, she's a total pain. Her dog keeps getting into our garden and barking at the children, she has dumped her own rubbish in our bin, she parked her car repeatedly in our designated space, and when I asked her to move it, she started shouting and yelling and threatened to "speak to our landlord" about our children making noise in the garden. They absolutely weren't, she just wanted to scare me.
She was most put out when I told her that the landlord was standing in front of her 
her whole attitude is awful, snobby and arrogant. It's a pain, as this is a nice area and we've never had any problems, but at least she's only here for a few months. As background, both DP and I are from very working class backgrounds, we have "done well for ourselves" but I don't pretend to be anything other than what I am. I also look a lot younger. I'm used to people assuming I'm a very young mother indeed, and it's happened often enough that, coupled with her attitude, I'm fairly sure that she's made certain assumptions about me.
An item of post addressed to neighbour came to our house today, so because I'm a nosy cow, I googled her. Ten minutes of reading and I was like this 
she has all sorts of blogs, social media etc where she portrays herself as this liberal, creative feminist, who gently cradles baby ducklings on her lap, as she spoonfeeds orphans and helps old ladies cross the road. She has shared tons of Guardian type articles about how the voices of working class writers are being silenced, how poverty affects women and mothers, that sort of thing. It's honestly like two different people. She was asked by a local council to do a whole "storytelling in deprived areas" school thing, and much was made over how wonderful it was that she was bringing her creative gift to share amongst the poor kiddies. Interesting given her attitude to WC us - she'd rather that we weren't next door I suppose
Her personal blog is hilarious - she goes on about how peaceful her new neighbourhood is and how she's doing yoga and writing her great epic novel in the healing wonder of nature, but she lets her dog shit right by the front path every day?
Aibu to think she's a massive twat and to hope she trips up on her stupid batik skirt? I'm torn between amusement and anger, because she's been so horrible to us. I haven't even put the half of it here, but the cognitive dissonance is epic.