So, I have jumped feet first into a battle with the new neighbours in our street, and it promises to be bigger than Lord of the Rings and Starwars rolled into one. Well, maybe a little bigger than Yoda at least. Or perhaps around about the size of one of his ears. His left ear in fact, because it is slightly smaller.

So the important thing is that we are battling. Why?

Christmas lights. Stupid overly bright and garish Christmas lights.

You see my neighbours are new, literally only around 10 weeks old, mere newborns in the St Helens Avenue baby creche. And they have gone and upstaged everyone in the street by putting up Christmas lights. Quite a few of them.

Now, I have nothing against Christmas lights, in fact I love them... it is just that no one in our street ever really puts anything up. So imagine my horror when I got home one evening to the sight of my neighbours house decked out in icicle lights... icicle lights!!

A neighbour from across the street looked on and remarked "Well... that's not going to be good"

I was a little more proactive... saying something along the lines of "Oh, we can't have that... there is NO way they get the entire street to themselves" and then muttering something along the lines of "Game on Moles".

It isn't that I have anything against the neighbours... they are wonderful I'm sure. But I am very petty. And so have gone out Christmas light shopping... so stay tuned.

Game on Moles.