Years ago I had a girlfriend, and her neice came to visit for a week from interstate. The neice was about 11 or 12 years of age if memory serves me correctly.
It didn’t take her long before she made friends with a similar aged girl from down the street. And before I knew it, I had two 11 year old girls spending a lot of time in my home during the day while I was at work.
Those of you who know anything about hi fi will appreciate the following little story (and it gets to a relevant point by the way regarding the Opening Post). I had a really super duper expensive turntable - literally thousands of dollars worth. The girls bought a typical teen magazine which offered a floppy 45rpm 7" record to play - you probably remember the type. While I was at work, they decided to try and play this bit of junk on my turn table, and in doing so, trashed a $600 moving coil cartridge.
OK, no big deal - no one was hurt and it was only a material thing which could be replaced. Anyways, I didn’t find out about this until AFTER the neice went home. I went to play some vinyl about 2 days later and I saw the damage to my beloved turntable.
So what do you do? The young girl from down the street had become friends with my girlfriend and was still popping in… so I politely asked her if she knew anything about the damage but she denied any knowledge.
OK, fair enough… not much you can do… So I talked it over with a cop… a real senior sargeant who I’d known for years. I explained “Look, I don’t want any money or anything… I’m just upset that this has happened and this young girl still pops around even after the neice has left, and the other day, I was the only one home having a shower and this girl helped herself into the loungeroom and sat down waiting for my girlfriend to arrive home and man, I could have walked out from the shower naked etc… it’s making me feel VERY uncomfortable…”
So, the cop advised as follows “Well, you don’t have any proof or a confession so you can’t go making any accusations but you CAN go down the street and talk to the girl’s father and ask him to stop his daughter coming around to your home now that the neice has left.”
Which I did…
And the father accepted my request graciously. But then, about a day later, he must have quizzed his daughter about WHY I would have done such a thing and she told him about the turntable incident. Next thing I know, I was getting accosted by the father and being given a real earful for being such a crud of a human being etc. and such a bully etc .
I just looked at the guy, let him rant away for a minute, and then said to him “Fine, you’ve said what you wanted to say… but the bottom line is that your daughter STILL isn’t welcome here in my home… you can go now…”
So? In hindsight? The moral of my story? I copped hell from my girlfriend for being such an uncompromising asshole. I copped hell from my neighbour down the street for suggesting his daughter was involved in some damage in my home. I copped hell from the neice on her next visit. And I STILL had to spend $600 fixing the turntable!
With hindsight, would I go about things the same way, again? At the risk of upsetting the peace with neighbours and all that sort of thing? Well, I was in the right… and it’s not as though I made any threats or jumped up and down like a psycho… but it has to be said… my motivation was as much about “getting even” as it was with stopping the girl from down the street visiting my home in future. And as such, I deserved the flak that I copped.
In that context, the flowers in your neighbours yard are a bit like the moving coil cartridge in my turntable. Sometimes, in the presence of kiddies, things get broken or trampled on - but nobody really gets hurt thankfully. I should have just kept my thoughts to myself and repaired the turntable and never said a word to the father down the street. Maybe… his daughter DID help herself inside my home while I was in the shower so that was pretty close to the limit of acceptability.
The thing is… even though I tried really REALLY hard to go about things the right way, it STILL blew up in my face. Harsh words were exchanged. My advice for now, would be this…
Ask the neighbour for a nice quiet chat away from the kiddies, after they’ve all gone to sleep one night. Explain why you feel such discomfort about hearing what you did about the “threatened use of the belt”. Explain why your kiddies were so distressed about it. Don’t emphasise why it was wrong… merely concentrate on how discomforting it was for you and your children. Then, put the ball in your neighbour’s court. If your neighbour is cool, they’ll apologise for overstepping the mark, and possibly a greater relationship can be made. Try and avoid harsh words. They’re very hard to heal in a neighbourly relationship I’ve found.
If the neighbour gets all righteous and pompous, don’t lose your cool. Don’t get harsh. Merely say, “Well no hard feelings… I just wanted you to know how I felt…” and then walk away.
THAT is when you go home and ring the Welfare Department about your neighbour abusing their children with a belt.