Listen up @johnsteed7 this blog is for you!
I hate one of my neighbours. I mean I really, really hate her. I don't use the term lightly, there are very few people in my life I have had to misfortune to meet that I would say that "I hate", one of which was an old boss of mine who was by all intents and purposes a crook who would screw over his own mother if it benefitted him, another was a woman I worked with at my last job who was a spiteful, maipulative, b1tch who was also completely insane and now one of my neighbours - who I have named Miss Gulch.
I am not a mean person, I try to be reasonable with people at all times, unless they step over some boundaries I set and I will then stand up for myself. I also have a very low tolerance for people that I do not consider worthy of my time and will actively avoid them so that I do not have to interact with them. In the rare instances where I am forced to interact with someone that I find intolerable I do always try to maintain a modicum of politeness so that a deliberate confrontation does not arise.
My neighbour is one of these people. When she first moved in I had a sense from her that she was not someone that I would be chatting over the garden fence with, or seeing at any of the neighbourly BBQs we sometimes have in our street (weather permitting...I live in the UK, so BBQ is a rare feat :P ), but I was always polite to her, acknowledging her and her husband if I was driving in to the street and they were in their garden, but things changed a few years ago when she threatened my then just turned 5 year old son with the police if his small inflatable ball went in to her front garden one more time. She didn't come to see me or my husband about it, and the first I heard of it was when my terrified son came to tell me.
After that incidence, when his ball hit her car several months later, she came round and spoke to my husband. Initially he was apologetic with her, acknowledging that it could be a problem, but she persisted with her complaint and started threatening him saying things like "it was a good job her husband hadn't come round otherwise things could have gotten ugly", and that if it continued she would involve the police. (I just want to explain something here, we are talking about one of those "penny floater" balls, the type that you pick up when you go to the beach to play with whilst you are there, it really isn't going to do much damage to anything it hits - besides it was being kicked by a 5 year old, how much "damage" could it cause?) So, initially she had a legitimate complaint, but by labouring the point she completely turned us off.
Over the years there have been other instances, she threw one of my neighbour's daughter's balls in the bin after it rolled in to her front garden and she continues to randomly threaten my son when his ball goes anywhere near her driveway, she even threatened another neighbour when his dog escaped and piddled on her lawn.
She spends hours in her spare room looking out the window watching the children playing and as soon as any of them go near her driveway she opens the window and shouts out at the kids with her own version of "Gerrof moi land". I despise her.
Today, it seems that her daughter has inherited her sunny disposition because I have had the pleasure of her knocking on my door about some inconsequential thing my son has done with his ball. I grow weary.
I read an article a few years back about a group of locals who have their houses near a school. They had petitioned to the council to stop the school from allowing the children outside to play because it was making "too much noise". The council had started to pass the motion, when the local newspaper and consequently the rest of the local community complained about the ridiculous ruling that children were not allowed to play. What type of person thinks that the noises of Primary school age children is something to be stopped? This woman on my street is precisely that sort of person!
On reflection I don't hate her, I pity her - she has had all the joy sucked out of her, if she had any at all in the first place and that must be a very bitter and unpleasant state to be in.