Tales from the world's most optimistic veggie garden #3: the final chapter

Un. Believable. My parents told me the neighbours were pulling down the fence to erect a shared wall. I heard the words but I didn't understand. Not only did I not understand that I would wake up half naked one morning to find several burly men in my backyard but I didn't understand what this fence destruction would mean: they've fucked my veggie garden. Where once there was a handful of tomato plants, some promising looking rocket and a few other bits that might be weeds and might be squash now there is a giant mound of SAND and fucking wooden struts. I mean, I always knew the veggie garden was doomed - I just always assumed it would die by my hand.