3132. The boundary hedge
© Bruce Goodman 2 March 2025


I live in a quiet street in a relatively quiet village. The slower pace of life is one of the main reasons I came to live here from the big city. I live a fairly idyllic lifestyle, or rather I did until the new neighbour moved in.

Our two houses are separated by a hedge. The hedge is reasonably fast growing and I keep my side and the top trimmed. The neighbour chops his side of the hedge and throws the cuttings over the hedge onto my property. I ask him not to and he said “It’s your hedge. Consider yourself lucky that I clip the hedge at all.” He said the hedge was planted on my side of the boundary.

We share a common driveway too and he frequently parks his car on the driveway at the entrance so I can’t get to my garage. If it is grocery shopping day I have to lug the groceries all the way up the drive, making several trips. I’m sure he parks like that on purpose. I asked him not too and he said “Get a life.” These weren’t his exact words but you get the drift.

He recently started doing another annoying thing. Tuesdays is trash collection day and he puts his trash into my bin. If there’s not enough space in my bin for all his rubbish he takes some of mine out and leaves it on the side of the road. Of course it doesn’t get picked up by the garbage truck.

He’s getting more and more infuriating. Just yesterday he wasn’t home and his house caught on fire and burned to the ground. It was a terrible shame but at least I got rid of the hedge clippings.

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