Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 18 September 2016
Dislike thy neighbour
There has recently been a rather unpleasant sight at the entrance of the back garden: a few cigarettes butts on the porch. The main suspects are our next door neighbours: late at night, I have seen a few young adults/old teenagers hanging around the garden, speaking and chatting. At least one of them was smoking. So now I have a legitimate grudge about some of the people living next door. I have been a bit busy recently so I have not confronted my neighbours about this, but I intend to do it, although I do not know the tone I should take. I tend to be rather aggressive with these matters and lack of sleep can make me nastier. My wife tells me to take a diplomatic approach. After all, these are most likely the kids of the house next door, not the adults. All the same, I now officially dislike and distrust my neighbours. Some of them anyway.