Another note from the crazy lady on the street beyond ours, though I caught her doing a stealth letter-box run this time, swinging open the under-house doors as she walked up the driveway. She practically threw the letter at me and ran off.
Oh, what sleight, what misfeasance, what dastardly dark deed have we deployed to raise her ire this time? Previous horrors have included twigs from our tree on her parking spaces, a workman loitering in front of her house and, allegedly, looking. LOOKING! There's a list. Inappropriately dressed workmen (honestly, I don't want to see their beer guts either, dear). This particular case took two entire pages to detail.
Seems our workman knocked on her door 'aggressively' (she has this on CCTV apparently) and then moved a parking cone on her sacrosanct parking spaces (she has no car but four spaces, which is blocks off). He was knocking on her door to ask about the bloody cones (her parking spaces are by our fence which he was painting). Etc. Etc.
I wouldn't mind so much, but our fence was painted this summer, it's a good six months ago. I'm not really bothered anyway, she's locally famous for this, and best not to engage, she's evidently mentally fragile.
