David's blog

I came across a video filmed in my garden a couple of years ago. It showed the fence that once stood between me and next door—before *that* hideous new one went up. It had a softness to it, really. A lovely tree leaned over the wall, and there was an old shed at the far end—both now gone. As they say, *good fences make good neighbours*, but it seems I’m stuck with this one for now. I found the video in the downloads of what I’d posted to Facebook. I’ll never be a cameraman, but I suppose they act as a record—snapshots of what’s unfolded over the past five years or so, through the pandemic and everything else. I’m not sure what to do with them, really. Part of me thinks I should just delete them—they do take up space on the computer—but part of me hesitates. I’d hoped the videos would include ones I uploaded to other sites too, but it looks like I’m only getting the ones from my page. During the pandemic, I shared a few clips of myself singing and playing the guitar. I wouldn’t mind see...

 Twol things you can't choose in life, your neighbours. and your relatives. I have not been. very lucky.really with neighbours. Well, I guess there have been some. that have been OK, but most of the time they.'ve been ****.  I have just seen. the son of a neighbour. who? got me a load of **** from. morons in. this village. H I have a piece of land. which has a which has an easement on it as part of the property. and the neighbour has access to his hut from it. The**** parked his motorbike on it one day and things got out of hand. It was a very. pressing situation. especially when he got other people involved. it was nothing to do with the son, obviously, but I guess there are. tensions there. On the other side, I have. a neighbour who is put up this big **** **** fence. which makes my garden a lot darker now, he used to be an ok chap I used to talk to him a lot but this horrible fence has damageed that relationship. I am learning to ignore the fence but its nto easy, Some say ...