When my elderly neighbour, Walt, went to visit his daughter for a few weeks, I volunteered to look after his garden. After a lengthy conversation and several panicked glances over to my yard, he stopped arguing, nodded wearily and pointed out where he kept the bug spray, hoe and sprinklers. The first week sailed by. I … More A little accident in the garden
You know those moments when you invite the neighbour ’round for dinner next Friday and they arrive this Friday when you’re in your pyjamas and half way through a pepperoni pizza? Yeah, those moments.
It’s nice to be outside. For limited periods. Like once a fortnight, for eight minutes tops. But sometimes, there’s an outdoor wedding, a picnic, a cat-in-a-drain rescue – that sort of thing – and you have to put aside your feelings of doom and just go…or people will suspect you have some sort of phobia … More Starts as fun, ends up being myself as usual
At the sound of my recycling being topped up, my neighbour – walking past with her chihuahua – gave me a malevolent stare, her mouth shaped like a cat bum while she looked down her rather ogre-ish nose at me. “Heh, heh,” I said before scuttling inside to hide behind the curtain until she disappeared. … More Neighbours…Am I Right?
