You who moved onto the estate 3 years ago. With your big and mighty plans to make it better. Yes we know you downsized from a fucking mansion to your current house, yes we know you're retired and bored. Yes we know you have more energy than me, maybe that's because I have a neurological condition and 5 grown kids one who's severely disabled that has me tired.
No I don't want to join your residents committee, you've been hounding me for 3 years telling me how anti social I am. I'm not paying 20 quid a month so you can arrange kids activities on the estate, my 20 odd year olds are past the egg and spoon race and the sack race. My disabled dd can't join in, with any of your activities, well, because she's disabled and I can't push her wheelchair on the grass, I can't let her join in, for movie nights because the noise freaks her out, I can't bring her to your arts and crafts, your musical statues, your climbing obstacles that you put up every time the rain stops. No I won't climb the frames and go under nets, I did that as a child and I'm not interested as an adult. I can't put her on the bouncy castles that you hire every time they get a break from school, the other kids would flatten her and no I won't stand there watching with her, why would I torture my child by doing that.
Stop giving her bags of hard sweets when you see her, telling her she missed a great party because her mother wouldn't bring her, she's not deaf! She may not talk but she understands. I then have to take the sweets off her because she can't eat solid foods especially hard sweets, I've told you this over and over.
I keep my garden clean and tidy and grass cut, I'm not a stepford wife with perfect everything, if my grass does get a tiny bit long that's because dh was working or I've been busy or it's been raining. Don't tell me that my grass needs cutting, don't tell me to help neighbours to cut theirs because they couldn't be arsed to do their own.