The neighbours in the new build behind me are not good neighbours.
They are noisy and in my mind inconsiderate of others , so we don’t speak anymore….well ever since I complained to them by notes that their five dogs had yapped continuously for a couple of hours in the garden one afternoon without supervision or let up
Today is blissful.
There is no noise from next door. No constant sawing of wood. No barking. No yelling at the darling CHARLIE!!! for barking so much.
It’s silent and my back door is open wide , sucking in the peace and quiet into the cottage.
And it’s bliss
Am I turning into one of those strange neighbours that yell at people in the street?
You know the ones you used to poke fun of when you were a kid.
The old fart who lives alone and who spoils your fun on sunny afternoons when kicking a ball in the street feels like the ideal pastime?
Perhaps I am.I know my aforementioned neighbours think I’m unreasonable but I have been a neighbour to many over the years and even if I do say so myself , I’ve been a good one.
Ok I once frightened my old lady neighbour half to death in Walkley Sheffield after I caught a black cat in my kitchen and threw it into her pond after it had terrorised my two kittens for weeks.
It wasn’t the fact that I three the cat into her pond that was the problem I think, it was more that I was just wearing a pair a rather shabby boxer shorts at the time that upset her.
I made it up to her years later when I found her in the garden unconscious after a fall and I went to hospital with her in the ambulance.
I sold that tiny terraced house to a very small postman person who wasn’t a patch on me….I was told after he had moved in.
My neighbour John in Hillsborough Sheffield, is still one of my best friends now and I still miss sitting in my neat tidy garden sharing a bottle of wine with him on a summers’ evening.
Funny that the builder who has just bought that house for his son, has recently left me a comment on Going Gently .saying it is now in safe hands.
Funny how small the world feels sometimes.
Back to today, it’s the blackbird calls that fill the air as they challenge each other over a mate. Then it’s the sound of rain on leaves, the faraway roar of a plane heading for Liverpool airport and the sound of Dorothy snoring
And Im happy at that
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