^rant alert^ Oy vey!

I am incidentally watching/listening to Della Smith cook and fuming to the sound of sprinklers and frogs.

My duplex neighbour has boundary issues due to the lack of fence.
He is a very nice man.
Very friendly.
Chatty.
He has worked as a carer for disabled people in the past.
And as a baker.

If i were an elderly lady who wanted someone to do stuff for her, i would be in pig heaven.

I am not an elderly person who wants someone to do stuff for me.

I am a receptionist, at a busy work place, with only two or three people answering six phone lines, whilst also serving many people in a noisy busy open plan space with screaming children and loud people and other people talking loudly behind us whilst we struggle to hear over them; the constantly printing printers which are next to us; and the quite loud fax/copier/printer which is close by. Without the benefit of proper headphones, reduced to clasping the phone to our ears with our shoulder, at badly setup computers with monitors set too low, on inadequate paded chairs, which need replacing and therefore cause both back and neck pain. Not to mention the added noise pollution from the line of people at the pharmacy, situated less than three feet from the desk (and the small children who have seen the lollies on display and far too easy reach, for sale).

Over the course of a five hour shift I may individually speak to 2 or 3 hundred people, whilst scanning, faxing, shredding, not yelling back at rude people, and I really do not want to talk to anybody when I come home.

I don't want them to take my sprinkler from my side of the yard to do their watering.

I don't want them to put their stuff on my side of the yard.

I don't want them to water my side of the yard.
I don't want them to bring my bins in WHEN I AM AT HOME AND CAN DO IT MYSELF WHENSOEVER I FEEL LIKE IT.

I want to be able to step outside, into my side of the yard, without having to talk to someone else or fend off offers to mend my hose wot i dont want mended (and if I  did could do myself) and which i would prefer to be using with the sprinkler wot i bought wot was in my backyard, ON MY SIDE OF THE YARD before they took it and seem to think that is okay?!

Is it because I am a female?

Bring on the thunder, i say.

Let it rain down on me.
Let the rain touch my hair.
Let the rain set me free.
Let it rain down on me.

It is rumbling in the distance and mocking my sudden surge of proprietary home occupancy, aka me watering the dying lawn for the first time in a couple of weeks, probably solely in reaction to my neighbours most recent transgressions.

If i wanted to live in a share house ...
... i would be living in a share house.
... and saving lots and lots of money, ey?


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