I live in a ground floor studio flat which has direct access to a communal garden which no one shares, its basically my garden. It’s my garden.
I used to smoke and used my garden as an ash tray but having quit a year ago my garden has been cigarette free for, well, a year.
Recently I noticed quite a few cigarette ends building up and a few actually on the steps and on the bit directly outside my door.
There is a flat above mine and I often hear their window which faces the garden, open and shut. I also smell smoke sometimes but that doesn’t really bother me.
I decided to confront this neighbor and I absolutely hate confronting people, so much!
In my head, everyone I have to confront is an angry drunk who will beat me up.
On the way back from checking my meter reading, coincidentally the window above me opened and I saw an arm resting out. I stayed there for a bit and saw some ash fall down.
Now or never.
My Hertfordshire not quite posh and not quite London voice turned into a tough but understanding polite Londoner.
“Excuse me mate.”
No response, his arm retracts and I can hear whispering. Luckily he can’t see the terror in my face.
I hope I won’t have to resort to plan B which is collecting the cigarettes and leaving them on his door step, really don’t want to start a feud. I will really do that, I am very unconfrontational but when I do confront someone I tend to overreact if it doesn’t go my way.
“Do you mind not throwing your cigarettes into my garden.” MY garden!
A skinny head pops up, a student I think.
“Sorry, really need to get an ash tray. I’ll come pick them up now.”
Interesting, I’m the scary one.
“Thats ok, I used to use it like that too. But now I don’t smoke anymore its a bit annoying.”
Don’t appear too nice.
He says cheers or something, can’t remember, then a few minutes later I hear plastic bag noises outside my window.
I think he’s out there picking them up but I don’t want to be seen peeking throw my blinds.
After the noises stop, I peek and all the cigarette ends have gone. Oh yea!