I've got to have a moan and get it out of my system. Our garden backs on to a garden owned by a family of football fanatics. I have lost count of the times footballs have whizzed into our garden and smashed up my plants (my favourite alium has been wiped out for the past two years)but must have had almost 100 direct hits. I've gone along with the boys will be boys theory, until last night. Anyway, yesterday evening we were all sitting outside (dh, ds, friends of ours and I) enjoying a glass of wine (not ds, he was having his tea) and we were aware there was a pretty frantic game of football going on. I called out to the boys to be careful as I could see where things were heading. Sure enough, a football ends up flying over the wall, straight on to the garden table sending glasses and plates flying. There was glass everywhere but fortunately nobody was hurt. I grabbed the football and, instead of chucking it back over the wall like I normally do, walked round to our neighbours house and knocked on the door. The mother answered it and I told her that I was terribly sorry to disturb her but that enough was enough. I explained that I had lost count of the number of plants killed - to which she said, "I know, me too" - and that now I had a load of broken wine glasses and glass everywhere. All she said was, "I'm sorry, I know, I'm sorry" - no offer to pay for the broken glasses, no enquiry as to whether anybody had been hurt; essentially the message was "Sorry, I know where you're coming from, I have the same problem with them". I should have pointed out that they are her kids so what they do to her garden is of no concern to me, but what they do to my garden and my belongings is -but I was so gobsmacked I just walked off.
I know it's just one of those things, but I had to vent. If my son had broken a neighbour's things I'd have offered to pay for the damage.