I was awoken by the sound of SW’s seven dogs yapping at the crack of dawn again this morning.
Later in the day, I spied her in her garden over the fence. I called to her, intending to give her a piece of my mind and telling her I was going to alert the council as to how many dogs she has, when she got in before me and started to tell me how much she misses her dead husband, and how the dogs are all she has now. So, I suppose now I won’t be contacting the council. I still think she’s a stupid woman though.
Or, is she? It’s amazing how many people are happy for me to pity them so they can take advantage of my kindly nature. It seems to work.