So otters, what are your neighbours like? Is it all cosy street parties, do you nod at each other in passing, or do you glower at them from across the street.
I've moved around a lot with work so never really got to know any of my direct neighbours. I’m not one for gardening or sitting outside so don’t really see them. In my new house darn sarf, I live on a small cul-de-sac with just 6 houses and am spending more time around the house. The direct neighbours seem fine. Cars and parking can be a pain as it is a tight circle and no-one uses their garage. Well they do - just not for cars. However, there is a family that live opposite us and the woman is top of my voodoo list and has been since I first moved in. This woman is a lady that lunches and looks down her pointy nose at everyone in the street. Her children are at university and her husband much older than her and looks hen pecked. We shall call her TFW – which is short for what I actually call her in my house, two of the words being the and witch.
I must admit I am one to hold grudges and TFW didn’t get off to a great start with me. The day I moved in was the most stressful day of my life to date. Issues with the moving lorry getting stuck in mud, couldn’t get to my house, my cat had been attacked by a fox the night before I moved and needed surgery, wardrobes wouldn’t fit in new house (too tall). Just lots and lots of stress all dealt with on my own as OH is up in Glasgow. TFW refuses to move her car to allow lorry to get down narrow road and then screams at them when they nearly hit her car (huge 4x4 obviously – the tarmac is hell down here). At 8pm, literally minutes after the moving men had finally left she comes over and all she says to me – no hello, welcome, what a tough day you must have had. Nope all she says is that the lorry has broken some branches on the tree over the drive and she expects them to be cleared tomorrow. I was so speechless that I just stared at her. Funny thing was that the day after, the really bad storms hit and the whole f…ing tree came down. Oh I did laugh.
I haven’t spoken to her since but last night, TFW collars my OH and says (in a nasty tone according to OH) my cat Milly has bitten her. When she is at home during the day, doing nothing, she sometimes leaves her front door to the cul-de-sac open. I don’t like it as she has a massive Alsatian that sometimes also roams free. Well Milly is a nosy madam and had wandered in for a look round. TFW had shooed her out of the house and in doing so must have been aggressive and been close enough for Milly to nip. She shows OH where Milly has bitten her – OH says there wasn’t anything. No mark and she hadn’t broken through the skin so she can’t have bitten her properly. OH just said - probably best to keep your door closed then. I was so annoyed. Stupid FW. Milly has never been aggressive ever so she must have felt scared for her to nip her. I gave Milly extra dreamies and told her she needs to bite harder.
So what are your neighbours like and any like TFW?