After the high low of last night we decided the direct approach may be worth a shot. Talk to the parents and see what was their problem with us. As far as we know all we’ve done is ask their son not to wake us every morning at 5.30am. And pruned the rose bushes back (it’s as boring as it sounds).
So, me who is normally Mr-Avoid-Confrontation-At-All-Costs, I took a deep breath, buttoned my jacket and knocked on their front door. After my opening gambit of discussing the rose bushes the response was “I’m just not interested Anthony.” and the door was shut politely, yet firmly, in my face.
Daniel, you know what we’re trying next.