The neighbours complaints don't really bother me anymore. They used to. I've posted a few threads over the years about her bonkers complaints but it just goes over my head now.
The complaint about the "eyesore" garden a few weeks ago upset me only because I had actually started the garden the week before she complained. I never did the garden. XH did it for me and I'd spent a year on my knees with grief and depression hardly able to do more than force myself out of bed to go to work after he passed.
I'd finally got to a place where I was having more good days than bad and made a start on the garden, which I will admit was an eyesore, and it was helping, being out in the sun and being active and then I got a letter from the HA.
If she'd complained the week before when I hadn't started it, I would have understood but complaining once I've made a start just felt unnecessarily spiteful and cruel.
I do admit I had a little cry when I got that letter but I'm back to having more good days than bad again and I'm still pushing forward with fixing things up inside and outside of the house. I still have bad days and days where it all feels too much but I'll get there.
I feel a bit sorry for the neighbour, tbh. It must be so stressful to constantly concerned about what your neighbour is doing when you have no control over them. And I feel even more sorry that the bags and boxes coming in and out and the piles of "hoarding" next to the shed are gonna last a while because I am one person and I work full-time. My house has an inside as well as an outside and all of it needs redecorating and organising.