I know you’ve all been desperate for closure on this, so here’s the latest.
The rubbish up up against my house has been moved, in part, there’s still plenty there but there is at least now an air gap between it and the wall. Naturally I’m using UN Inspectors and Peacekeepers to monitor the situation.
My garage planning permission has been granted, on the condition that I abandon my garage roof terrace dream. This is a victory of sorts and I’ll be pleased to have a larger workspace, albeit without the BBQ area of my dreams. I’ll be erecting the maximum legally permissible height boundaries (2m) in response to the unprovoked attack on my lifestyle by old people with nothing better to do.
In the current climate of all or nothing, black or white, absolutism, it feels like a reasonable compromise and hopeful we can agree a meaningful de-escalation along the borders. A soft Garexit, if you will.