Neighbours are having a party. With the sort of guests who don’t think they’re having a good time unless their laugh carries 6 doors. Fair enough, it’s a sunny weekend.
And now the bit that’s riled me - I’m just returning from the compost heap when I spot a man standing in my snowdrops, about to insert himself through a thin bit of hedge.
I’m quite happy to throw balls back. I’m happy for someone to come and get their ball if the come in from the drive at the top, and keep to the paths. But to push through the hedge and trample the borders, that’s not on.
I was looking at the lawn this morning thinking “that needs a mow, but I can’t do it on a bank holiday weekend when people are enjoying their gardens”. But now I’m not feeling so charitable