Great. I have become Mr. Wilson - that grumpy old neighbour to cartoon icon Dennis The Menace...

Living in a townhouse complex currently, it is a delight to know that parenting skills are...well, let’s just say to each their own. Nothing occupies a child and his friends like playing in someone else’s yard - common space yes, but wouldn’t there be some of that behind the unit where they actually live?

Mother must need peace and quiet while she’s surfing online dating sites, building farms on Facebook, or trying to focus on Judge Joe Brown’s words of wisdoms to back-stabbing rednecks and aspiring actors hired for these riveting programs.

Grumpy?? It should be legal, as Denis Leary is so fond of saying, to help thin the herd - maybe a dog-catcher of sorts for keeping my own space free from disturbances??

Yesterday, with squeals emanating from outside my office window, I peered out, and noticed a herd at play. Where’s Hansel & Gretel’s gingerbread house when you need it?

Oh well, just have to learn to live with it I guess - this is Canada after all. Soon enough there will be more snow in the yard than lingering howlers...

Chow for now!