My (...) Neighbour ‘Fences make good neighbours.’ Or so it goes.
Let me get this straight. I like my neighbour, Nic.
Even with all his idiosyncrasies.
For example, my family have lived here for the past 5 years and without fail, Nic has put his bins on our side of the nature strip. I don’t know why. But I’ve never complained about it.
He doesn’t put his bins on our side anymore.
Every morning I hear him tutting and huffing as he sweeps up the leaves that have gone exploring from my property. I tell him it’s good exercise.
Alas, Nic doesn’t see it that way. Photo Text
I try to control my trees.
But they don’t seem to get the point.
Nic doesn’t like them. He doesn’t like the mess they make.
He often reaches over my fence, cuts them and leaves them.
Whereas...
...my other neighbours…
\ ...don’t seem to care about life ...
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...spreading itself everywhere.
The kids started it.
Oh, and the dog
They play together, though the boys (and because they’re boys) don’t really play that much with my daughter.
She doesn’t seem to mind.
I like my neighbours.
I like Nic.
I wish I hadn’t asked him to stop cutting my trees.