I live next to a village vicarage with a huge garden. It isn't used as a vicarage and the church leases it out to tenants, none of whom attend to the garden.
It is a huge garden, one that needs an army of gardeners to care for it and it's encroaching into mine, the sun shines across the gardens from my direction
Even though there's a good strong wall between us, raspberry canes shoot up in my lawn, brambles tumble over the wall and send suckers over into my space, ivy and other creepers I don't know the names of, invade along with that pink flower called, I think, Rose Bay willow herb, and weeds are everywhere.
And don't mention dandelions.
I have a fairly large garden too, which I manage to keep tidy on my own by sowing it down to lawn and getting someone to mow it for me. I'm 82. Most flowers are in tubs which I look after myself.
I complained to the Parish council who said it was not their problem, but sent in a couple of boys to mow the lawn, which resembled a hayfield, as a gesture of goodwill'.
Once.
No-one can tell me who is responsible.
As I sit in my tidy garden I watch the thistle and dandelion seeds float over in clouds and there's nothing I can do. I could weep.
Help!
Bone and gum graft dental treatment
People eating and drinking on the go
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic