I'd like to turn the tables and suppose that my neighbours were moaning about me...
"Well who does she think she is? All posh with her garden, trying to out do us all.
She spends all her time in that garden and must give the plants better care than her family. They grow uncomfortably large for my liking and overhang a lot whilst the sound of all that mowing drives me bonkers. Whats wrong with a bit of concrete for heaven's sakes?
There's wild animals everywhere, not to mention she's always asking to borrow the ladder or the saw or something to do with her gardening. She makes it seem like its really important but I just don't get what all the fuss is about.
And I bet her husband doesn't get a look in, poor sod, mind you, he's not missing much. She looks a right mess most of the time out there in her wellies come rain or shine. I've even seen her eating the stuff she grows straight off the plant like some caveman would do!
Really, I don't know what she sees in those plants, it's not like they do much, just don't talk to her about them or she will bore you senseless!"
