I think I know how she feels - its not actually WHAT they are doing - its what they MIGHT do thats worrying and scary. Its living with that uncertainty that puts you on edge.
Mr Chav next door to me is on his best behaviour. We've had another couple of 'episodes' and each time I phone the Police. I think they are so sick and tired of me ringing that they decided to talk to him about it when he was sober. (A first!) He had to go visit the Police station and was told that he's behaving like a

and next time they will be charging him with whatever is appropriate at the time. Its so funny - he comes home and tells me all this like I'm his best mate, yet he KNOWS its me phoning the Police. I'm beginning to think he has a real alcohol problem or he's bipolar or something - its like he's two different people.
Ah well.
I slipped/fell over on my walk this morning - it wasn't a dog in the way this time like my other falls, this time I just slid on the ground which is very slippery after the rain - and I fell flat on my face down a slope. I thought I'd broken my nose but it looks okay - I'm covered in grazes and bruises and I think one of my front teeth is loose. I was a lot shaken up but after a hot shower and something to eat I'm pretty much okay now even though I look like I've been in a traffic accident.