Neighbor Calls COPS to Arrest Me for Sunbathing at My Pool—Says I’m Homeless | EntitledPeople Reddit
I suppose, if I were to summarize my life in Kent, it would be this: a quiet man, a quiet house, a quiet neighborhood. I’m Keith, 54 years old, and I’ve lived here for more than three decades. My home isn’t anything flashy—a simple three-bedroom, one-story house nestled on a street lined with similar homes. The kind of place you can get lost in if you don’t pay attention to the details. I moved here in the early ’90s, just after the property market crash. Back then, prices were all over the place, and I, like many others, found a deal I couldn’t resist. I didn’t expect much more than a roof over my head at first, but over the years, this little corner of Kent became my sanctuary. The house has a few quirks—a creaky floorboard or two—but the thing I’m most proud of is my garden. It’s not a sprawling estate, just a neat backyard with a few vegetable beds and roses I’ve spent countless hours tending. There’s a small pool, too, one of those above-ground types. It’s nothing fancy, but on a hot summer day, it’s all I need. I’ve got my rhythm: I wake up early, water the plants, grab a cup of coffee, and just sit there in the quiet, watching the birds flit by. The neighborhood has always been peaceful—no drama, no noise, no unnecessary interruptions. My neighbors are friendly enough, but we all keep to ourselves for the most part. I’m not one for crowds or big social events. Just enough to wave and say hello when I’m out for a walk or at the local pub for a pint. Life, for the most part, had a soothing rhythm. A rhythm that, until recently, was completely uninterrupted. But of course, life has a way of shaking things up when you least expect it. It was a typical Tuesday morning when I noticed the moving vans. They were parked in front of the house next door—an older home, one that had been empty for a few years now. The previous owners, a sweet elderly couple, had moved to a retirement village not far from here. I’d always imagined that place would be the next to go on the market. It wasn’t anything special—a little worn around the edges—but it had that rustic charm that people seem to like these days. I didn’t think much of it at first. New people move in all the time. But something about the way the vans pulled up made me curious. It wasn’t the usual couple or family; no, this was something different. I was tending to my roses when I saw her...