Compassion, eh?

One of my mother's neighbours hopped by to see if she needed anything and she's grateful for the kindness.

Awesome.

My only issue with that bloke is that he's a weird bunny (and that's the super polite way of saying it - I could be waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more colourful about that biped).

Fast-forward to today, and Mother noticed a new wall by her fence, behind the house, near the building for which the neighbour never got a permit (if he got one, bribery was involved as what he's done is fucking illegal through and through, but - hey! - what do I know? Well, I know the law, that's what!). 

Mother thinks that I must have missed the wall the last time I was there (three weeks ago! And after doing some stuff near that very fence?!).

Do you know what I believe, dear Readers? I believe that the neighbour came to talk to my mother to check if she'd noticed the wall. Full stop.

Now that he's got his info, he's gone. He never cared about her; he wanted to check something.

I'm not going to forget that one either and he doesn't know what I'm planning for him... one day.