Passive-aggressives anonymous

TWU has just been out in the garden scattering blue crystals along the boundary of 'her' fence. Several of these have found their way, due to her erratic scattering technique, onto what would still be my half of the path even if she had divided that straight down the middle also. Pettiness is totally infectious.

I assume they are some sort of internet-bought dog repellent, and not dog poison. He took no notice, in any case, and snoffled about his business on 'my' side as usual when I let him out. Like a good neighbour who doesn't want to give bad neighbour a fucking inch, I had snatched up said business almost before it plopped softly onto the grass.

Now, this I just find rude. True, the dog has nicely ploughed the garden on 'my' side with his giant paws, but it's not as if her side is pristine. It presently contains

* some junk of the plastic sheeting/large box variety, dumped on what was a nice brick-built compost heap

* a single long thin piece of something rubbery, meant to 'protect' the grass it is surely suffocating

* with an old watering can on top of it, containing some bits of plant matter

* some pots

* some broken bits of tile

I mean, he did figure out how to get in there, and has had a little recce twice. The first time I got him out through the 'gate', and the clatter of the rusty pipe and my soft but navy-grade sibilant cursing may have alerted her. But the other time, it was daylight, and I successfully got him to leap the fence (that's good leapin') and no harm was done. Nor was any Business. How does she know? And why does she care so much? And what, exactly, fresh happy horseshit is this?

Next, I predict some sort of forensic marquee will be erected.