It's all too fabulous. Especially the detour into weeping bicycle monkeys.
I love mad neighbour stories. I had one for about seven years and it was seriously awful but I can laugh about it now - six years after the bastards have gone.
One of the lesser of their crimes against us was similar to this. They'd just moved in. We had no idea of the hell that would bring.
She came round one Sunday and announced that builders were coming the next day and as she didn't have a basement and we did, could they store their equipment and materials down here?
It was phrased as a question but her manner suggested she was not expecting refusal.
I said: 'Er, well, I want to help but we lock the gate to the steps when we're out and I don't want to leave it open because the basement would be vulnerable to break-in.'
She said: 'Well you can just give them your key and they would lock up for you.'
I said: 'Er, no I don't think that would be a good idea.'
She then accused me of being unneighbourly and left. I thought that was the end of it but of course not. At 7.30am the next day the builders turned up with all their stuff, rattled the gate, loudly discussed whether to climb over or drill the lock out
, then knocked on the door and asked us to open up.
I told them no so they went away without doing any work because there was nowhere to store their stuff.
Later that evening she came round again and ranted at us for wasting the builders' time and costing her money for a wasted day's work
. We closed the door.
She eventually made other arrangements but that was just the start of it. She launched a fucking nightmarish boundary dispute on us. We won in the end and they moved but it was terrible.
I promised myself that the end of it all I'd do a Daily Mail Sadface feature about neighbours from hell that you don't expect to be cunts because they're not the stereotypical Shameless lot but really posh and outwardly respectable.
But at the end of it all I just wanted to forget it.
I still swivel like a meerkat whenever I hear a certain type of booming, posh 60-ish woman's voice or spy a 60-ish blonde woman in a bright jacket and fake fur hat.
Anyway, thanks for the update OP - I knew the builders would be round - and the chance for some more free therapy for me 