5pm is the optimum time for lawn mowing - not too early to disturb people who turn in early and all the night shift workers will be getting up, so you won't disturb them either!
That's what we though. Ken had been mowing for less then 2 minutes when we could hear her yelling "Shuuuuuttt Uuuuuppppp" really loudly but we copped on that we couldn't hear her over the mower (it's not as loud as next door but one's strimmer). I just carried on weeding. We had the Jack Russell out on her long lead, nowhwere near the mowing so I lobbed her ball a few times for her. The Newfie from a few doors down came past with his owner and they had a bit of a woof at each other. Not excessively but just as passing dogs do and her downstairs started yelling again, effing and jeffing as she does. We ignored her. Ken carried on mowing and I carried on weeding and she came out of her door and yelled her head off, we ignored her. She slammed the door, we ignored her. Ken finished mowing and put the mower away and I carried on weeding.
Then the telescopic small fork thing I was using un-telescoped and nipped my little finger and I yelped a bit. Her downstairs started yelling again, we ignored her and looked at the finger (its brusing and purple-ish now but no blood blister so that's ok). We finished the weeding, dug some worms for the Axolotls and went and got the other dogs for their evening walk.
On the way back she was on our lawn whinging about us to John the neighbour with the small terrier. Our lawn, not hers, ours. Cheeky coo. She scuttled off when she saw us and we went back indoors and fed the hounds. There was a loud knock on the door and I sent Ken down. It was her downstairs' BF telling us how inconsiderate we are as the dogs walk about upstairs. Bad Ken has point blank refused to teach them to levitate. Naughty Ken

He went on and on and on about how dogs were not allowed in flats. They are and Ken told him so. The bloke said that years ago they weren't allowed in flats and Ken pointed out that it was 2014 and they were allowed in, not only that we have written permission for the extra dog, so there. Bloked chuntered on about how inconsiderate we are and buggered off while Ken stood and laughed out loud.
Her downstairs has been doing her 'oh woe is me act' up and down her garden so we practiced guitar while we watched her. Silly mare. I've made a note to the ever growing diary of her pain in the ass-ness. 1 week and 6 days and we can put in for an exchange. Praise The Lord!
She will not be making us ill again. Not going to happen, she can go to hell as we have had enough.
Interestingly she thinks that we are unreasonable when we complain to her that her 4 cats dig up my flower beds and poo in them. Its what they do apparently, then has the gaul to whinge that my dogs 'walk about'.
