Evil Bob...The beginning

I really felt compelled to write this in order that Evil Bob should not be seen in a totally bad light (before I asassinate (?) his character completely). Also, this is a disgraceful displacement activity for me when I should be planning tomorrows lessons.Oh well.
Evil Bob has not always been so evil.When he moved in , with his family, a wife and grown up son, a few years ago , he replaced a much loved 90 year old lady , Jean, with whom I used to have afternoon tea and cakes and my other half would dispose of her garden rubbish and do other odd things for her. So, I admit, I was a tad disappointed that she was leaving us to live with her son.Nevertheless, I did the good neighbour thing and we spoke over the fence and at the door.No tea and cakes, wasnt his or his wifes style.
He was very chatty , if a bit Del boyish . I also dont have a problem with that.My family are all working class from Hammersmith and Acton.I know my roots and Im proud of them, including my Romany gypsy heritage.
I digress.
He gave me bay leaves, I took back his puppy who had made an escape attempt under the garden fence.Cant say I blame it. The first one was knocked down and killed by a car , outside his house in a similar bid for freedom a few months earlier.
He called and told us someone had hit the bumper of our camper van and was trying to flee the scene of his crime. Bob prevented this until we were able to attend to the matter.
I pruned his Lelandii, he pruned his own ivy growing copiously over our fence.He loaned us his long handled pruning shears to do the ornamental plum that was 20 feet high and stealing all the sun.
So, I have established his credentials.
I shall assassinate him in a later article.
Only if this damn error thingy allows it.
Dont hold your breath.