NC for this as its very outing (everyone I know has heard this story)
On moving day, DP drove around to our new house early to get things set up for me and removals men arriving. When me and removals men arrived, there were four police cars at our house, DP was in handcuffs.
Our NDN had called the police because he'd seen, and I genuinely quote, a 'young black hoodie snooping around'. DP was not young (mid-30s), he is black, he's not a hoodie (he's a doctor, was wearing a T-shirt), he wasn't snooping around (he was reading the gas meter and just hanging around in his own home).
We cleared it up in the end and the police were very apologetic. The neighbour was not apologetic at at all and, in fact, told DP "I'll be keeping an eye on you". DP's placid and diplomatic (I, reader, am not) so just said "Okay, bredrin" in the deepest Caribbean accent he could muster.
Over the coming week DP's brother was back-and-forth to our house helping with DIY and also storing some of his stuff in our garage. DP and BIL went out of their way to make all their activities look as suspicious as possible knowing that NDN was always in the window at the slightest sign of movement at ours
We later found out, from another neighbour, that NDN had a notebook of all our comings/goings.
A few months after we moved in, NDN's daughter pulled up on his drive just as me and DP were heading out. It turned out she was a nurse at the hospital where DP worked and they knew each other quite well. NDN was stood on the driveway and his jaw absolutely hit the floor when his daughter said to her dad "This is Mr Crawford, the consultant at work that I was telling you about". After that, NDN tried to be nice as pie to us but we weren't having any of it. He's moved out since.