We are lucky here in that our neighbours both sides and opposite are all very nice. The little ‘misunderstanding’ about the bass volume the other week has been forgotten with waves and Hellos in passing again in abundance.
Our first house was what was referred to as a ‘cluster home’, a set of four and everyone had a corner. We had a nosey neighbour there, and after about two years he remained miffed that ours was the only ‘other house’ he hadn’t been inside. He collared us in the garden one evening and asked us what we did for a living.
With a perfectly straight face Hubby held up his briefcase (tool bag), saying he was a spy and if he told him any more, he would have to kill him.
Nodding profusely, he asked what I did. With an equally straight face I said I worked nights in the Red Light District in town. He scurried off.
Well, it beat a bank clerk and IT guy.
Our second house did give us the neighbours from hell, though in all honesty, it was not the neighbours that gave us trouble but the family they let look after the house whilst they were away for six months that drove us to distraction, the doctor for medication and environmental health for noise pollution.
But the biscuit, accolade, or creme de la creme in neighbours has to go to the ones in the cottage. We only had people one side as we were next to the village hall and had open fields in front and behind us.
Nosey doesn’t begin to describe it. Twitching curtains suggested her nets were a constant quivering wreck, and her trotting in and out of the house or pacing up and down her path every time there was activity in our back garden to the sound of a hammer and other tools made us wonder if we could expect a visit from the council for making too much noise.
I had to laugh one day when her head appeared over the top of our fence to see what we were doing.
She was about five feet tall, and our fence was well over six feet high, so she was standing on her kitchen stool!