Last summer, I had a brief disagreement with next door: I’d got sick of the six foot high nettles blocking the view from my kitchen window and chopped the tops off them, and he was being sniffy that I should have asked for permission. I just replied that I shouldn’t have needed to do it at all (ie: it’s his job), and that I hoped the roots weren’t undermining the boundary wall.

He’s been out doing something noisy all morning (in the weather!), and I’ve just been out to pick lettuce only to find that he’s neatly strimmed the whole boundary.

Olive branch, maybe?