It's torches and pitchforks time...

I'll let the pictures and videos speak for themselves - but also add some info not shown in photo form:
Picked up several pieces of paper and plastic rubbish lying about the place, TWO picnic bar wrappers (boys allergic), a sneaker-boot and some kind of filth-streaked pikachu toy - just yesterday ALONE. When weeding along the fence line I found the roses and rose branches that one of the neighbours' daughters had specifically requested when she saw we were trimming and pruning - apparently just so she could change her mind and dump them back over the fence when we weren't looking.

Last week on Friday I discovered a giant orange safety cone - no doubt stolen from the DCC roadworks on Hillside Rd and carted about 3 or so blocks to our house, uphill (they're REALLY committed to being jerks it seems - good on them), and dumped behind our letterbox.

Today our recycling bin has "disappeared". It costs $12 to replace ORRRR I send the police round asking them to return our bin. Nice and friendly like. OR I call our friend at DCC Animal Control to come and take away their annoying dog - actually that would probably be more like rescuing the dog....

Did I mention that earlier this week, in a rather saint-like act of good will that I gave them ALL a ride to school when we ourselves were late AND their ride didn't show?

Anyway,....as I'm "mulling" over all of this I'm SO trying to imagine the "Going on a Bear Hunt" song but with "witch" substituted in instead of "Bear".

Na na na na naaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Yesterday I told Chris/Fuzz:
"The Partridge family cut through our property today."
Fuzz: Whaaa..? What?
Me: That's my way of saying a BUS LOAD of people cut through our place today.

A BUS LOAD you say incredulously - why yes.

The neighbour. Her THREE children. Rebecca Robinson (other neighbour) from the "condemned house". And some tall, lanky, unindentified, school-uniformed, heavy-footed boy, galloping down our drive like a horse. All at once.

Oh no - don't mind ME, I just live here. Go right ahead *gritted teeth*


PS - the title is supposed to be some lame reference of mine to the Partridge Family.

You're KIDDING???

Came home to ORANGE spew splattered all over the bottom of our driveway yesterday. Some of the kids informed us it was spew. It was disgusting. I turned to Chris and said:

"You're KIDDING?!? SPEW?? Who spews in someone's driveway???"

Chris - "It happens"

Me - "Not if you're NOT using someone else's driveway as your OWN private walkway it doesn't!"

This morning as I checked the letterbox after dropping the boys off at school I noticed that I couldn't open the letterbox because the metal loop that the lock fits through had been bent upwards at probably a roughly 135 degree angle from it's previous/normal position.

I guess I should be glad the spew was on the drive.

An eye for an eye....? OR....Communal living....?

This morning the Monkster accidentally kicked his rugby ball over the fence into the neighbour's property. Yes, those neighbours. Living in the "condemned" house. At first my moral compass kicked right in and I just told him tough - either ask for it back or suck it up. But then ...... I had a wee think to myself. I thought of ALL the times those people have come through and onto our property. Whenever they like to. Whether we are here or not. And I found myself thinking - Why shouldn't he just hop the fence and get it back himself?! - After all, when in Rome.....do as...RIGHT?! So I walk on outside and tell him to just hop the fence and go get it back himself. He was a bit anxious - they currently have THREE rather than their usual two annoying, yappy, constantly barking dogs. Also he tried to keep his brother and I quiet - worried that the neighbours would come out and discover what was going on.

Good old Mummy - I reassured him, saying, "Don't worry. If they give you a hard time just say - you come over to our place ALL THE TIME. I thought it was reciprocal."

(I also had a moment of genius this morning where I thought of the idea to suggest to the neighbours that we should just scrap this whole idea of new/mending fences and get rid of the fences all together! What with them passing through constantly, disposing of their rubbish/junk and coming over and moving stuff - practically a commune already - right?! This would be done in the hopes that the mere suggestion of such an idea would fill them with inexpressible horror - as the mere thought does for me!)

Umeboshi...Smoshi....

To whom it may concern,

Yes. We have a plum tree - you've probably noticed this on your multiple excursions through our property! -STOP PICKING OUR PLUMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our plums are NOT actually sour plums - they're just not ripe yet!! QUIT PICKING THEM!!!!!

You're wasting perfectly good plums!!! DON'T!!!

Signed,

Me - owner of the house and land you're using as a public thoroughfare - guess what - it's NOT!!