'Neighbours do the same horrific thing every Friday and now I can't use garden'
Despite once being dubbed 'Britain's most hated woman', Carla Bellucci believes her neighbours are the true villains, claiming they are 'ruining' her summer weekends.
Carla, 44, who lives in Hertfordshire, said residents next door do the same act every Friday night and it stops her going outside. She explained to the Mirror: 'They burn wood every weekend starting from a Friday night always. So our summer evenings having vino in the garden is a no go.
'It stinks and I have no idea why they do it. I think they are farmers, our houses back on to a field, and I honestly think they think they own the farmer's field.'
The mum-of-four, who has caused her neighbours to complain before by sunbathing naked, joked: 'Maybe they burn wood for their fire but it's summer so I have no idea but it is probably to p*** me off and ruin my summer vino nights chilling to music.'
Carla, who once faked depression to blag a nose job on the NHS, said she and other members of her family suffer from asthma. The "horrific" smoke, she claims, impacting her breathing if she sits out in the garden.
She added: 'I have never experienced something like this, they have even built a wood burning shed thing, it's insane.'
Carla claimed she sent her daughter over recently to ask them to stop, given she was in the garden while her youngest child was in her paddling pool.
However, according to Carla, no solution was found, and she believes it is something she just has to live with.
As for whether her neighbours have any personal animosity towards her, the mum said: 'They gossip to people about me and they hate the headlines so I'm not their dream neighbour. But to be fair, I'm kind of calm, I don't involve them in my life. Yes, I throw parties a few times a year, but doesn't everyone?'
The former glamour model, who lives with her husband Giovanni Pincay, also claimed people in the area are 'obsessed' with her. When she was filming for Stacey Dooley Sleeps Over, she believes her neighbours "purposely" started cutting their hedges just to get a peak.
After her latest rant, Carla concluded: 'I think people are just rude and I don't know why everyone can't get along. I know it's a free world but come on, to burn wood…
'There is more to life than fixing a bloody house 24/7. I do not understand the British mentality with houses, it's their life, but memories last for a lifetime, a house is only bricks and water.'
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