The kid up the street saw my boobs.

The horses have left our ‘paddock’. While they were pretty to look at we were happy to see the back of their owners to be honest. They would rock up on our property at any time of the day, never knock, traipse through our yard like it was their own, use our water without asking (!), pretty much ignore us and today they used our power. Now let’s be clear I actually don’t care that they used our power today as they were packing up the drinking tank for the horses and needed to use the pump. Fine. The thing that pissed me off is that fact that I had a load of washing on and they chose to unplug it even though there are 3 other power points EMPTY. So I went down to hang out the load of washing that should have finished but I found the plug only half in so the load was only half way through. TOTAL FIRST WORLD PROBLEM but bloody hell PLUG THE FRIGGIN THING IN PROPERLY or USE THE OTHER EMPTY POINTS! I do wonder if it was kind of on purpose as he was none too pleased that we no longer wanted THEIR HORSES on OUR PROPERTY free of charge. GAH! A couple of weeks ago I came home from a P&C meeting to see them using our water to fill their horse tank. We are ONLY on tank water-as are they and the had not asked if they could access OUR water. They just went into our laundry, turned off my washing machine and stole it. He reassured me they would replace the water from the town pump which I guess was ‘nice’ but then I was angry as we haven’t had to buy water and love our rainwater-If we can at all help it I don’t want stupid town water in the tanks (stubborn much!?). He did stick to his word and replace the water but he came in the night-again without calling or knocking on the door and was just banging about in the dark. Michael was away and I was already a little frazzled so this was the straw that broke me. It was resolved then that we would not be having the horses for much longer. When I came home the following week the fence was busted and the horses missing. I went straight to their house only to find out that he had taken them as he thought they were getting fat. Again, he HAS MY NUMBER so even a text to say ‘hey don’t stress I have my horses’ would have been at least cordial. The following day one of their kids turned up in our yard (presumably collecting a chain from the back paddock) at about 7am. I was doing my makeup in the bathroom with no top on and the windows wide open and only say him as he was strolling down the block towards the house. So, he got to see me topless-good story for him at school that day I guess…? The owner turned up at my back door today asking if he could move the horses to the other side of the driveway to which I replied ‘Oh…no…the grass over there is really lovely and we want it to stay that way. Also the side they were on is about to be filled with trees so we probably won’t be having them anymore’. He was less than impressed. Yeah, he was pissed that we have lovely grass and no pets and we won’t let his animals trash it. yey. And the piles of manure remain where they were made, I guess they won’t be removing them as they said they would. The moral of the story? Don’t assume people will treat you the way they would like to be treated also get a door and lock on the laundry so nobody can pinch our water! Glad they are not our nearest neighbours… Meanwhile I have been goggling the heck out of fences and gates-if only it were as easy (and cheap) as cut & paste! largesplitrailgate What do you think? Do you like your neighbours? I miss our old hood for the fab neighbours we were lucky enough to have…they wouldn’t steal our water 😉

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