by The Invisible Man

Dear Frida N. E. Wan,

I have always felt sad living near to you. You are the most fiery neighbour a person could ever meet.

Therefore, you must understand how difficult it has been for me to approach you with this matter.

I'm afraid I can no longer stand your broken fence.

I lay in bed last night, trying to sleep, and all I could think about was how your walls is too untidy and your hedge trimmer way too rotten. I had a nightmare that you burst in through the window brandishing a drumstick

I have to insist that you take action to stop your broken fence from upsetting me. I demand that you cut down the hedge then clean up.

And while we're on the matter, I'm finding your inconsiderate dog increasingly inexcusable. This is not the kind of behaviour I expect from somebody living in a respectable neighbourhood like Wysteria Lane.

If you don't rectify the situation I shall have no choice but to call the neighbourhood watch and post photos of your broken fence on Facebook.

Furthermore, I have close ties with the mob and I won't be be afraid to cash in a few favours if you don't comply with my demands.

Thanks
Frank Lee Gay

Thanks for reading,
The Invisible Man
@theinvisibleman