You can’t make this stuff up.

The best fiction is always based on fact and hooooooo-boy have I got some fiction-worthy events from the last few days. Bottom line: our neighbours are a problem. In theory they are leaving. In the meantime they are making it a challenge to live here.

We’ve had problems with them blocking our driveway so last night, during my party, they tried to intimidate one of our guests who happened to be legally parked in front of the neighbour’s property.  My birthday was, as a result, pretty “interesting” — I’ve never had a party where cops showed up before, so that’s a first!

Otherwise the whole situation is full of “apparently” and “allegedly.” Difficult to tell exactly what is going on but this afternoon — in the midst of their “cleaning up the place” a white van pulled up, four people emptied it of its contents of garbage, and then sped away again. Seriously? Cannot make that up. After they sped off, this was the resulting pile of crap:

And that is part of what I see whenever I glance to my right as long as the blinds are open. I’ve closed them now.

We’ve been fairly quiet about this situation — it started in March — but it’s gone way too far now. We’ve been threatened, assaulted, and fear for our property (damage and theft). The neighbours are all in agreement that this has to stop. He’s renting, and the landlord says he is leaving, but I’ll believe it when I see it.

Regardless there will likely be a block party on the other side of this mess.

And you know what? That is the silver lining around this cloud: the situation has brought us together as a neighbourhood — I now know several of my neighbours by name and they know us.