My dad owned the ground floor flat we lived in, in the '60s. He kept his garden and that of an elderly neighbour. Two other owner-occupiers also kept their gardens neat. We referred to the rest as 'the jungle'.
The council bought the block via compulsory purchase and didn't give Dad enough money to buy a new home, so we had to rent from the council.
My parents were not wealthy - dad was a coalminer - but they always paid their rent. When Dad became too frail to garden, we paid the council to cut the grass and hedges, but I did the rest (on top of working and trying to look after my own house).
The gardeners told me that they were annoyed - fit young people were getting their grass and hedges cut for free because they were supposedly single, when the gardeners could see their partners coming and going.
We paid someone to cut our hedge when my late husband became too ill to do the work, but we were constantly let down - the company would wait until the last minute and the hedge gradually got wider and taller.
In the end, I took on the job myself. It's taken literally years for me to get the height down to where I want it and the hedge to a reasonable width. Even so, I need to take it in some more.
I can only do a little at a time, so this will take a good while. My back garden is a mess. I'm making do with weedkilling the front. There's a common path at the back. I'm the only person trying to keep on top of it. I concentrate on that and my hedges.
Three other households use that path - it's between my garden and another that's at 90 degrees to mine. At one point, I needed it for my mother's wheelchair. Now, I only clear it when I'm feeling fitter.
I'm sick of moving other people's garden rubbish. Their front gardens are neat, but they have no remorse over flytipping on other people's property. One time the garden at 90 degrees had a bit of landscaping done - their lawn was dug up and gravel laid.
The 'gardeners' chucked all the turf into the path I'd cleared. I chucked it all back over.
At some point, I'll no longer be fit to clear that path. I'll be interested to see how a couple of the households will manage to get their bins out once the path has silted up. (They currently keep them round the back.)
I'm very conscious of the fact that my front garden is the one that 'lets down the street'. I'm trying not to care.