It was eleven o’clock in the morning when the doorbell rang. My wife opened the door to see a delivery man standing there with a parcel. It was for our neighbours and he asked if we’d take it in. Of course, my wife agreed and put the parcel by the door.
Now is probably a good time to mention that we are not sociable. At all. We have prided ourselves in never knowing our neighbours. Except Crazy Pam. Crazy Pam is a whole other story. But, on the whole, over seven houses, we have never gotten to know our neighbours. It’s actually rather fun because then you can theorise about them and that’s often much more fun than knowing the truth.Read More →