Came downstairs for lunch to find Mrs Payne looking awfully serious, and wouldn't answer when asked would like lunch. Asking what the matter Mrs Payne replied with some rigour,
"It's those Untights again!". At this begged her pardon, but commented,
"It's Uptights, Mrs Payne. Uptight.".
At this Mrs Payne turned to me with fearful rage, said at volume,
"UPTIGHT? I'M NOT UPTIGHT!".
Following careful explanation as to not meaning her, managed to calm Mrs Payne sufficiently such that could ask the matter, at which promptly led me to back garden.
Saw quite some sorry state of Mrs Payne's seedlings scattered about garden, evidently showering down via airborne ejection from next door's garden. Apparently accidental gift of vegetables unappreciated.
"Look at the poor little things!", Mrs Payne said with feeling. Held up seedling of nicely sprouting leaves, but roots having been viciously cut.
Mrs Payne with a little tear in eye, and fiercely red in face, shouted with all her might:
"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!".