You may not be aware – I wasn’t – that there is passion in the suburbs! Injustice, consipiracy, plots, subterfuge….. There’s excitement in the suburbs and it’s palpable!
Yesterday we went to visit my sister-in-law, who lives in a fairly quiet street, populated with many people who have been there for at least 20 years. The gardens are carefully and bountifully maintained. Produce is grown. Sometimes they are all friends, sometimes – there is a misunderstanding or a careless word and all hell breaks loose.
A few years ago there was one – and the two parties are still not speaking. All because a request was made to leave a dog outside. I think the implication was that if you think my dog is unclean – you must think I am unclean. Love me, love my dog. I still don’t quite get that one, but then I wasn’t there.
The most recent one takes the cake though.
Someone is poisoning the plants…… Oh yes! You heard right.
One fellow had a nice plant and it died. he thought it was poisoned by a particular neighbour across the street. Accusations were made.
The neighbour’s plants mysteriously began to suffer.
A security camera was installed (as you do…), and surveillance was carried out. I like to think this gentleman was sitting up all night in his gown and slippers watching, watching, watching……
Fellow 1 was spied with a spray bottle of poison going to town in the neighbour’s garden in the dead of night.
I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing, and just what will be done with the evidence I’m not sure. I imagine there will be revenge in the form of more plant poisoning. It’s all very strange, but after mulling it all over I figure the reason for it has to be passion. These people probably need that huge burst of emotion and feelings of injustice. I started to feel kind of thrilled for them that they both had this kind of excitement in their lives. They probably havn’t had such a rush in years. Good luck to them.
Me – I like the quiet life. 
Yep. I’m with you there. I’ll take the quiet life. Although I do reserve the right to watch my neighbours through the front window and imagine just what they are ‘really’ up to
Ahh, passion in the suburbs..
It’s a hot (flower) bed of emotion!
I only hope the poisoning remains on the plants and not slipped into lonely bottles of milk sitting on the doorstep…
Does anyone even deliver milk any more?
Perhaps they should! The intervention of the Milkman may prove a catalyst for all sorts of developments…
xx
i agree – give me a boring, stable life any old day. why add further stress to this life?? give me happy days!
hahahaha – sounds a lot like ‘desperate housewives’