That's his girlfriend kissing, not me. I've gone up to bed early with my specially purchased digital portable TV and my telephone extension. I'm not Little Miss Amicable. I'm Little Miss Harassed, with a detailed log of dates and times, witnesses of certain acts, evidence of deliberate parking to obstruct, and a statement made when I arrived into work, and witnessed by my line manager, about the driving at me when I wasn't in my car.

What gets me about this is that I'm an anarchist, or possibly an anarcho-syndicalist, I'm a believer in civil liberty, and now I'm forced to run flats meetings like a New Labour conference, and resort to methods of collecting evidence I would scorn in a government. He's the authoritarian control freak.

I have spent over four hours today preparing for the meeting, not counting the time on previous days, used up almost a whole pack of paper preparing documents of EHO reports, surveyor's reports, solicitor's documents, If I were our solicitor I could charge £700, whereas I have paid out about £300 to deal with the man and his mate.

Penny