Although we live close to the city centre in a crowded little suberb, from my kitchen window all you can see for a long long way is green and the occasional little bit of slate roof or grey shed roof. It's lovely. Very urban over people's back gardens, but quite restful and I love it.
Or, I did love it, until the people 2 doors down casually slung a red plastic toddler garden chair onto their shed roof .
It's right slap bang in the middle of my view! And it's bright red! And it's fallen over and all awkward and ugly and I'm distressed.
It's too far away to lassoe it down so I was wondering if it might be more reasonable to purloin an air rifle of some sort and take shots at it until it either explodes (as I have been lead to believe it will by every action film I've ever seen) or falls off the shed.
AIBU?
DP says I am and I should instead creep down the street in the middle of the night and annonymously put threatening letters a polite note through their door about it.