Mrs Loony

I get collected from nursery every day by a woman who lived down the road from us.
Her garden was always obsessively neat and tidy. Now, we'd say she was a clear-cut case of OCD, then, we just thought she was mental, and dubbed her 'Mrs Loony'.
As I grew older and started playing in the lane, it was always the rule that a ball that went over into Mrs Loony's yard was a lost ball, unless you were playing with a new kid that didn't know the dangers, in which case, you sent him to get it.
One day, my mate's mam walked past Mrs Loony's garden while she was in it.
"What a lovely garden!", said my mate's mam. "You must come and do mine sometime."
Mrs Loony's reply?
"Fuck off, cunt."