Thank you, again, to everyone who has taken time to reply to this thread. Relating the neighbours’ almost-praiseworthy levels of chutzpah to you has been marvellous because it’s proved that reasonableness reigns supreme on here, even if it’s not quite yet managed to permeate their brass necks.
It’d been a good few weeks since I’d contemplated an act of savage vengeance on someone, so it’s heartwarming to know that so many of you have such vivid ideas in that particular thought space. You are reassuringly bloodthirsty.
From the sensible (erect a wind chime made of forks whilst wearing a balaclava) to the utterly absurd (go and talk to them face to face) everyone’s contributions have made me smile a lot. I appreciate it.
You are a lovely gang. Thank you.
It’s strange how the night moves, with autumn closing in. So DW and I have decided to leave The World’s Most Passive Aggressive Art Installation in situ for now. We can barely see this new monstrosity unless we venture into the Amazonian twilight zone that is The Fir Trees. So I’m not gonna take it down yet. If it makes them happy, it can’t be that bad.
Shroud III was an upgrade from bedsheet to plastic. I can’t risk IV being made of even harder substances, like reinforced concrete or Suella Braverman’s heart. So like my grandad said when he retired - ‘My choppin’ days are over.’
Actually he may have said that when his jury retired. I forget.
Anyway, if Indiana and Mindy-Anna (for that is surely her name) want to put a screen up, and feel that a trans-stream, ladder scrambling, Krypton Factor assault course into our garden is the way to go about it, then I applaud them. The threshold for willingly bringing riparian rights into any conversation I’m involved in is exceptionally high, and this doesn’t cross it yet.
I know I’m pressing pause on the Doomsday Clock and that nobody likes a quitter. But I’m a 42 year old dad who spends 98% of his free time schlepping his daughters to clubs (I am at swimming as I type this), so how many friends do you think I have left to lose?
And after all, Neville Chamberlain didn’t become the national hero that he is today by being needlessly assertive, did he?
After 20 years, squatters rights means that either we will get legal possession of their plastic sheet, or they will get legal possession of our entire house and garden. Seems like a reasonable gamble compared to discussing my mild encroachment concerns with the Joneseseses in person.
Obviously if this is just Stage 1 of their plan to slowly take over our garden inch-by-inch, followed by an annexation of the Sudetenland, then at some point we’ll probably have to pop a polite note through their letterbox and run away. But such drastic measures probably won’t happen until I can touch them from my kitchen window.
I don’t know what’s gonna happen tonight. Of course, if they build a wall and a machine gun turret I’ll provide an update. Otherwise, it’s as you were.
It won’t be long before another day. We’re gonna have a good time. And no-one’s gonna take that time away.
Thanks again.
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