Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
Fighting spouses, other people’s children running all over your front garden, loud music lovers, screaming mothers, people who let their pets run wild, late-night partiers, someone who trims all the boundary trees and hedges—and throws all the debris into your yard . . . Does any of that sound familiar? Anyone who has lived next to nasty neighbours will know how stressful and unpleasant it can be—and how it can be enough to drive even the sanest and most peaceful person to the brink . . .
Happily, I have been very lucky with my neighbours over the years. Although there have been one or two I was not overly sorry to see the back of, for the most part all my neigbours have been friendly and supportive, kept their children and animals under control, their domestic affairs to themselves and only gone slightly overboard on the noise levels on high-days and holidays—which, quite frankly, is fair enough.
Consequently I have had very little to complain about . . . and I would hope that any of my neighbours, if asked, would be able to say the same of me.
Even so, no matter how friendly with, or fond of, my neighbours I am I can’t really see how a good sturdy fence between us can do much harm. Just to be on the safe side, you understand . . .
Sally says . . . eat, sleep, work, read, play, draw, bark . . . 