More Vandalism...

I usually feature my back garden and it’s flowers and wildlife, but I feel I have to mention that I have a small, if uninteresting, front garden as well. I don’t bother with flowers in the borders as the neighbourhood cats tend to use them as a litter tray, no matter how much disinfectant I put down, but I do have a pink rose bush and two window boxes (currently full of lovely geraniums).

However, my next door neighbour it seems is not content with destroying my forsythia, and my buddleia in my small suburban back garden, he’s now turned his attention to my front garden as well.

When I walked out of my front door this morning I was greeted by the sight of white paint deliberately put onto my paving slabs (he’d painted the front of his house yesterday). There was absolutely no reason whatsoever for him to put his dripping paint tin anywhere near my paving slabs…. and yet here is the evidence for all to see (see photo).

Some people just have no respect for other people’s property, and enjoy the sick and twisted kicks they get from constantly attacking their next door neighbours home.

Its sad that he feels that he can do this, and it’s frustrating that if I approach him about this latest act of blatant vandalism he’ll simply laugh in my face and do it even more…

UPDATE: I had a quiet word with his long-suffering wife a few days ago and it seems to have worked! This morning (3rd Sept 2011) he reluctantly cleaned his spillage off of my slabs. He clearly wasn’t happy, and only time will tell what his next act of spite will be…but for the moment, at least, I have a paint-free front garden…

AUGUST 30, 2011

Sabotage...

It’s rather unfortunate that there are certain individuals who, for unknown reasons, choose to act in malicious ways against their neighbours. It’s also unfortunate that I happen to live next door to a bloke who apparently deems it necessary to lean across and cut back 2-3 feet of my forsythia, on MY side of the fence, EVERY TIME I go away on holiday, throwing the chopped off branches into my small suburban garden. Of course, he’s one of those types who loves confrontation and would find my distress hilariously funny, and therefore any form of dialogue with him about these wanton acts of vandalism is purely pointless. In fact, he would probably do it even more simply to get a reaction out of me. And therefore, I know that until such a time as I can afford to employ a builder to create an 8 feet high brick wall between the two properties I shall have no choice but to accept that whenever my home is left unattended for any longer than 24 hours I must expect to return to find carnage.

JULY 24, 2011