Until last weekend, our relationship with our neighbours had been harmonious, in that they had all but ignored us since we moved in.
But now? We’re at war. All thanks to two innocent wetsuits.
Allow me to explain.
Last Saturday, my fiancé and I arrived home after going scuba diving. While I cooked dinner, he washed our wetsuits and hung them in our courtyard to dry.
Half an hour later, we saw a middle-aged woman hovering near our gate, so we went to investigate.
She introduced herself as our neighbour, Lou (that's right - after nine months of living mere metres away, she still had to introduce herself).
She then informed us - politely - that her little dog could see our wetsuits hanging up, and that for some reason, she was spooked by them - so would we mind terribly if we took them down?
My fiancé and I are dog lovers, so the last thing we wanted was to scare our neighbour's pooch. We suggested moving the wetsuits across a little, and asked if the new position would be out of the dog's line of sight.
In an instant, the fake smiles were all gone, as was any pretence of politeness.