Dear Mr Next Door,
You watched me brush the cobwebs off the garden seats.
You watched bring out the paper and a cafetière of coffee.
You watched me bring out comfy cushions and the radio.
You watched as Le Homme and I settled down to enjoy a morning in our lovely garden.
And then you decided that you MUST mow your lawn RIGHT NOW. And cover us in grass cuttings.
Thanks for that. I notice you’re setting up your barbecue. And that our own lawn could do with a trim. Enjoy.