It's a little bit worrying when you see your neighbour and the only thing your mum can say is, 'Colin looks nice, I think he's wearing trousers'. I don't have very exciting neighbours but the fact that one of them always - in all weathers - wears cycling shorts even when he's not on a bike is a little concerning. A little.
My neighbours do seem to be favourable to my brother too; casually inviting him in to talk about fishing and football and drink coke. How is this fair? Not that I really want to be talking about football and fishing but the offer would be nice.
I don't really talk to the people in my street. One of my across-the-street neighbours did give me and my brother sweets just before Christmas when I was about 9. I now know that she thought we were Jehovah's witnesses and thought we didn't celebrate Christmas. Great. She couldn't be more wrong, bless her heart.
But isn't it funny how we think of the people across the street from us, I hardly know anything about them. It's like in The 'burbs when they think the people across the street eat people. I'm really hoping that that isn't my street. But it is a good film. Within their first few days of moving in they did reverse straight into my best friend's car. Gold star for greatest first impression. Maybe they are cannibals? First impressions are everything after all.
They're probably lovely, just not very sociable. They'll probably move out within the next year and a half. Or have another baby. That's my prediction.
One of the two always happens. Always.
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