Violence is sometimes the answer

I learn various things as I get older - one is that violence can work and sometimes is the only answer. I had neighbour issues once (inc my front door being glued) and the main protaganist, a drunk who told lies about me that others believed would not listen to sense. It was very stressful and he was trying to intimidate me to move out. I met him outside the flats one day and in response to his intimidation I tried to reason with him as a human being that the story he believed to be true simply was not. He would not listen. Then when my Armenian husband come galahad heard him start calling me names he came out to defend my honour by yelling "Hey mother fucker, come here" and proceeded to hit him. It was all very emotional. I started crying and finally having been slugged a few times the clouds parted, the sun came out and he was suddenly able to accept the truth. He was really sorry and begged forgiveness. He came round 15 mins later with a box of chocs and Armen sent him off with some wine as a peace exchange. Most bizarre. Every Xmas card the band of thugs were still saying sorry they felt so bad and rightly they should as I was terrified of coming home for a period and it made me very depressed.

How did it all start? Some visitors of people renting flats could not find a space so parked next door and got clamped. The people renting complained to their landlord who was also the freeholder. He sent a letter saying if we didn't park on our own space we would be clamped from now on. We all parked in different places for various reasons. I parked at the bottom of the hill purely because I have crap spatial awareness and didn't want to hit the cars as I reversed from near my flat. The taxi driver wanted his car in front of his window for security and similarly so did the carpet fitter as he had expensive tools inside his van. I reckoned some organisation and negotiation was needed. I drew up a plan and spoke to each flat agreeing where they would park, which spots were for visitors and listing all our registration numbers not to be clamped. Trouble is in trying to improve the situation a few decided that it had been me that had organised the clamping too when it wasn't at all. This was a good lesson in why you should not go out of your way to help sometimes.