I ask you–do you find those pretty colored plastic bottle offensive??? Puh…lese.
That description is sort of an oxymoron, really, because neighbors should really think about being nice to one another, living in such close proximity, no? And our really kind and generous neighbour, to whom I say bonjour each morning when I go out to pee in the garden has been SUED by our other horrible neighbour because the horrible neighbour has a rental apartment house and says that our nice neighbor’s fertilizer, which any garden-savvy person KNOWS is important to use in the fall, is smelly and offends his clients.
Not to mention that our mean neighbour feels that the colourful plastic bottles our nice neighbour hung in his garden to be scare-bottles for the crows are also offensive to the sensibilities of our MEAN neighbor’s tenants.
Gimme a break, please! Since when have scare-bottles been offensive? I happen to love watching them bob and sway in the wind, and I also happen to LOVE the smell of fertilizer in gardens because it means that in spring when our sweet neighbour plants his crops, there will be a boost to the soil and we will have potatoes and carrots and celery and eggplants and lettuce and leeks and you name it handed over to us in large buckets because our kind neighbour is so, so giving and generous.
But now that our mean neighbour has messed with mama’s and papa’s dear friend, the garden guru, the mean neighbor’s name is MUD.
He had better watch his back, that’s all mama can say. And mama talks to everyone, even that guy, but now that she’s heard about this letter from his lawyer to our friend, she is on the warpath and that guy had better watch more than his back, if you get my drift…
As for me, I hiss whenever I can at him, and if he tries to coochie-coochie coo me, he’s going to get my back up and a lifted tail!!!
Not to mention his pajama string I took off the clothesline where the pjs were drying…heh, heh…
People who live in close proximity in a nice community like ours don’t have any patience with a jerk like the guy next door (who broke all the rules anyway building his house taller than legal height) and all I can say is there is karma in the world and his will find him, you can bet your puss-in-boots.
All grotty neighbours should move to a gated community where they can be grotty and have fun suing and bullying each other all day long.
Hope the situation resolves soon, no fun when there’s trub in da ‘hood
Luff
Mungo
You so right, dude–and there are a few others I’d like in that community–radical terrorists, bullies, and more…Boy, would they have a ball. Except when you take away the innocent targets, those guys have nothing to do, haha.
It’s hard when there is a problem with any neighbor. We hope the mean one becomes nicer.
Well, this is the first one in mama’s history of being neighbors with all sorts of people, and this one is a doozy. You would think that in France he would have more manners..
Frankly, I hope he sells his new house for a profit and splits. Although he does have an awfully cute teacup Chihuahua who smiles at me. Or, Chihuahuas just smile all the time.