Drama at my Uncle Stephen’s house this week after his neighbour set fire to his runner beans!
‘He’d been nurturing those beans for months,’ said my mother, recounting news of this terrible incident. ‘He’d grown them since they were little seedlings.’
It emerged that Uncle Stephen – quite the eccentric himself – was tucked up in bed when his pyromaniac neighbour decided to strike.
But having taken out his hearing aid, Uncle Stephen was oblivious to the fact his prized vegetables had gone up in flames.
‘I was in me jim jams snoring my snout off, when I heard lots of banging,’ recounted Uncle Stephen.
‘I peered out of the window and the whole street was full of people.
‘They all waved back at me!’
This isn’t the first time Uncle Stephen’s crazy neighbour has started a fire. On five separate occasions, she’s burnt down her garage, her back wall, wheelie bins, compost bins, and a row of conifers.
With his runner beans and bins reduced to ash, Uncle Stephen now fears for his onions and Brussel sprouts.
‘She’s a tiny woman but she does a lot of damage,’ said Uncle Stephen.
‘And when you tell her off, she just shrugs. She’s barmy!’
Living next door to a pyromaniac is real worry, mused my mother.
‘Mrs Smith, the neighbour, wants to remove those other conifers,’ she advised. ‘They’re too tempting for a local arsonist.’ (see video clip below!)
‘You’d think her husband would come round and apologise,’ my father chipped in.
‘For emotional damage as much as anything else!’
‘Her husband’s ugly as sin,’ said Uncle Stephen. ‘He’s the ugliest man I’ve ever seen.’