I came home last night to find a trash receptacle in my parking space. Quinn had told me that we could put the trash receptacles in front of the garage so I'd have full access to my parking space. Therefore, I'd moved it in front of the garage where it wouldn't be blocking anyone - including me. I woke up this morning to find my son parked kitty cornered as he couldn't back in straight because Quinn had put the trash receptacle back in my parking space. The man is obsessed with me. I moved it back to where the other trash cans were as it appeared that the City of Manchester forgot our side of the street. The other side of the street had their recycle bins emptied. Our side did not.
That wasn't bad enough. As I was doing dishes, I happened to notice Quinn driving by. He was fixated on the recycle bin now. Upon arriving home this afternoon, Quinn got out of his truck, went across the street to see if the recycle bin had been emptied. It had; however the neighbor on the same side of the street had not had their recycle bin emptied. Quinn was on a mission. He walked straight through the parking lot to the recycle bin to see if it had been emptied. It hadn't. Quinn set in motion. He went upstairs and then back outside to get a drink from his truck; and, had to go back to the recycle bin - Was it because he could smell my perfume, perhaps?
As I got ready to leave today, I noticed that Quinn had messed with the Valentine decorations on my door. He'd done same thing at Christmas. He can't seem to focus on much other than me and making my life a living hell.
The lights to my hallway was out for three days. I had my son check it; someone had loosened the bulb. Now? I wonder who had loosened the light bulb?
