The frog next door - I wish

The frog didn't seem to mind the big black eye in its face. Warmest day of the year so far in our neck of the woods. A day to enjoy the garden, fat chance when the man next door decided that a sunny Saturday was the perfect time to pressure-wash his garden furniture. You don't want bad blood with your neighbours but I should've gone round and said something. The longer it went on, the more I began to twitch like Inspector Dreyfus in the Pink Panther films. I wish my neighbour would turn in to a frog.