My neighbours haven’t spoken to me in years because I put my foot down over the grandpa’s constant forays into my backyard while I was at work. Each time I told him to stop using his gas-powered mower on my lawn and putting down weed killer he’d say “It’s okay, I don’t mind!”, ignoring my explanation that I’m “green” and genuinely enjoyed spending my weekends using my push-mower and pulling weeds by hand. When I finally put a lock on my gate to keep him out, his son angrily asked me how I could deny an old man the chance to do some good, adding that it was no wonder I didn’t have a husband to take care of these things for me. :rolleyes: Oh, well.
If your neighbours are reasonable I’m sure things will work out better for you than they did for me; there’s nothing wrong with establishing boundaries in and around your own home.
Ignore the stolen garbage, like you didn’t even notice. If anyone comments on the lock say you’d been meaning to do it forever and finally got round to it.
I have a combo lock on it. I just hook it through the hasp to keep the door shut. I don’t secure it or acually lock it. Don’t want to have to unlock it anytime I need in the shed.
I’m quite sure this won’t be an issue again, and I have no intention of locking the shed.
potluck and tumbleddow nailed it. It’s about unwelcome favors, and boundaries. Like I said, it they need something, they are welcome to borrow it. And I know that it works both ways.
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