“It’s my property,” I said firmly. “And I have every right to decide who can use it and under what conditions.”
Sandra grabbed her kids, still fuming. “Come on, let’s go!
This isn’t over!”
As she dragged them back to her house, I turned to the nanny. “Thank you for handling that so professionally.”
“My pleasure,” the nanny replied with a smile.
I watched from my porch, feeling a mix of satisfaction and relief. The nanny wasn’t cheap; I made sure to hire one of the best and didn’t skimp on the hours, either.
The bill was substantial.
Sandra tried to argue and refused to pay at first, but after some back and forth and the threat of small claims court, she eventually coughed up the money. Since then, the kids haven’t set foot in my garden. Peace at last.
What would you have done?
