Not so boring Bumpkinsville

On Wednesday I was feeling a bit sorry for myself.  It was turning into a long week, and after the loveliness of seeing people on Monday things were getting a bit lonely and uneventful at Pog Towers.  (That is, other than the deliveries of chocolate buttons from Sister 2.  We have noticed that shortly after opening, they just evaporate.  We are investigating this phenomenon – Sister 2 has taken to buying chocolate buttons from different shops to see if the same thing happens when sourced from different places.  I can confirm that so far, it does).

I’ve taken to working in my front room so I can watch people going up and down the road.  I wasn’t expecting the days events though.

I was concentrating on something or other and movement outside my window caught my eye.  My neighbour wandered into my front garden – easy to do as we don’t have a separating fence or anything – and started kicking some of the stones I have around my tubs of tete a tete.  Then he kindly picked up some rubbish that had floated over, wandered to my bin to throw it away.  And then it got weird.

This is how close I sit to the window:

pog towers

To be fair, the neighbour in question is partially sighted, but…as he wandered back, he stopped, cupped his hands around his face put his face against my window and peered right in!  I didn’t know quite how to react, sitting about 4 feet from him so I stayed still until our eyes met.  He then hurtled back to his house.  I was slightly bemused but I guess he may have noticed that the car’s not moved for a while and might have thought I’d been a victim of the Spinster with cat thing.  You know, when the cat gets a bit peckish and eats you in your sleep.  Quite why he didn’t just ring my door bell, I don’t know.  I don’t think I want to think about it…

The neighbours on the other side are also odd.  The standard number of people there is three adults and 2-3 children, with random additions for anything from a few days to a few weeks.  Lately, the couple have hit a rocky patch.  Well, more mountainous than rocky.  And mostly just as I start a teleconference.  On Wednesday they had a real humdinger and I went outside to ask them to at least keep it inside their house.  I backed off though as the woman threw something from the door.  Now, I could be wrong, but I think she shouted ‘And you can take her with you!’ as a pot flew across the road scattering what looked like ashes in the process,  But surely nobody would do that?  It would be a rather unceremonial scattering but then, I guess if you like high drama…

So maybe Pog Towers isn’t that uneventful.  Although I would be happy if neither of those scenarios were repeated! :o)

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4 Responses to Not so boring Bumpkinsville

  1. Paula Harrington says:

    What a lovely read to end the week! Thanks so much for the light relief from what I’m working on right now. And what a lovely garden you have – an inspiring view from your workspace. xx

    • thepogblog says:

      I’m so pleased I gave you a break from work, Paula. My back garden is the view I most like to look at when I work…and there are no weird neighbours to interrupt me there. When it gets a bit warmer I will move back to the conservatory and share a picture of that view :o)

  2. Those neighbors do sound mighty peculiar. But at least they’re keeping you entertained!

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