Neighbours
It is sad and yet exciting as the neighbourhood is set to change...
The other day, I was on my way back from a long day shopping, weary and heavy laden, musing how much I loved this neighbourhood, when I nearly got knocked over by a skateboarder. 'James!' I exclaimed in a quizzical manner. He stopped to chat.
James. Ah. An impossibly well constructed young man, he stands around six feet tall, with thick dark hair, the physique of an Olympian god, and to cap it all, he's French.
'Tis a pity he is only 19, but it gives me the opportunity as an older woman to get closer up to him than I would have had I only been 17. Needless to say, our brief yet inconsequential chat made my evening, and I swear I was floating around the corner when I bumped into my other neighbours.
Number 53 are moving to a galaxy far far away. But, I greeted them on the doorstep of our houses, told them I would return within the minute with some baked delicacies, and proceeded to consume several cups of tea round theirs whilst marvelling at the current state of flux they had been living in. Needless to say, by the end of my little visit, not only had I inspected both pregnant cats and felt their soon to be offspring squirming away in there, but I had made friends with some random children who were up far past their bedtime, and been groped and cuddled by my crazy redheaded neighbour who for some reason was riotously drunk and wandering around in her matching leopardskin nightie and robe, and I didn't object to a single bit of it!
They say good things come in threes.
So, I get an email from a chap I know through another girl who has subsequently moved away, you get the picture... He's been living with his brand new girlfriend and I take it things have got a little, um, cosy. He hasn't specifically said any of this, but I heard on the grapevine that he'd only just started seeing her before moving his stuff in. Nevertheless, I bumped into him in town a few weeks ago and we exchanged emails, or maybe he always had mine but never used it? Well, he writes saying that he's moving to town, which is exciting in itself. But not only that, after a barrage of quick one liners, we ascertain that he is in fact moving about three houses down. It is crazy! So, off with one neighbour who is a new friend, and in with another neighbour who is an oldish one! Crazy!
My life is getting fun!
The other day, I was on my way back from a long day shopping, weary and heavy laden, musing how much I loved this neighbourhood, when I nearly got knocked over by a skateboarder. 'James!' I exclaimed in a quizzical manner. He stopped to chat.
James. Ah. An impossibly well constructed young man, he stands around six feet tall, with thick dark hair, the physique of an Olympian god, and to cap it all, he's French.
'Tis a pity he is only 19, but it gives me the opportunity as an older woman to get closer up to him than I would have had I only been 17. Needless to say, our brief yet inconsequential chat made my evening, and I swear I was floating around the corner when I bumped into my other neighbours.
Number 53 are moving to a galaxy far far away. But, I greeted them on the doorstep of our houses, told them I would return within the minute with some baked delicacies, and proceeded to consume several cups of tea round theirs whilst marvelling at the current state of flux they had been living in. Needless to say, by the end of my little visit, not only had I inspected both pregnant cats and felt their soon to be offspring squirming away in there, but I had made friends with some random children who were up far past their bedtime, and been groped and cuddled by my crazy redheaded neighbour who for some reason was riotously drunk and wandering around in her matching leopardskin nightie and robe, and I didn't object to a single bit of it!
They say good things come in threes.
So, I get an email from a chap I know through another girl who has subsequently moved away, you get the picture... He's been living with his brand new girlfriend and I take it things have got a little, um, cosy. He hasn't specifically said any of this, but I heard on the grapevine that he'd only just started seeing her before moving his stuff in. Nevertheless, I bumped into him in town a few weeks ago and we exchanged emails, or maybe he always had mine but never used it? Well, he writes saying that he's moving to town, which is exciting in itself. But not only that, after a barrage of quick one liners, we ascertain that he is in fact moving about three houses down. It is crazy! So, off with one neighbour who is a new friend, and in with another neighbour who is an oldish one! Crazy!
My life is getting fun!
posted by Soaring @ 12:05 pm
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