We have one of those weirdo nighbours, she’s in her 60’s and mad as a hatter. Her and I have had some serious screaming matches over the years. She absolutely hates, and I meant H.A.T.E.S my boys. She’s told them off countless times, because…….they CLIMB on the WALL!! Oh the shock, the horror! Two naughty boys on the WALL. Her favourite zap sign is the good ‘ol middle finger. So she’s forever displaying the business end of her middle finger. Which in turn evokes squeals of laughter from my kids. Major mocking then ensues. And so the battle continues.
One day T kicked his brother’s soccer ball over the wall. So Pete got onto the wall to look around and and get the ball back. The “whack job” as Pete fondly calls her, went completely dilly!! “Oh my god” she wailed, “don’t DO that, my friends and I thought you were a buglar!! Get of my F#$%ing wall!!” AAh, you gotta love her! Pete just packed up laughing as it was clearly put on hysterics and melodrama for the visiting friends she had over.
Just as a side note, we paid for the wall, we didn’t ask her for a cent, it’s a beautiful stone wall, and it actually belongs to both neighbours, because it’s a boundary wall.
We’ve now realised that she’s throwing sticks and stuff over the wall onto our property. We just return the goods back to their rightful owner. Pete and the boys want to chuck a turd into her pool one day. I think that might be going too far, but the boys are all for it!!
It makes for very interesting living, if we didn’t have her living next to us life would be pretty boring on the neighbour front! I wonder what exciting moments are in store for us as the festive season gets closer. One can but wonder!
“May you never forget what is worth remembering, nor ever remember what is best forgotten.” Irish blessing.