Tag Archives: neighbours
Introducing…Beryl
Beryl lives up our road. Beryl is all sorts of amazing. She walks her dog – at a fair pace – every day, whatever the weather, sometimes with her friend Derrick and his dog who both live a few doors … Continue reading
I waved at the window man!
I was running with Percy on the bridge over the A27 and the window man drove past in the opposite direction. I waved at him and he waved back. And it was AMAZING! Ok, that might be a slight exaggeration, … Continue reading
the power of apple crumble
Beryl up the road is 92. Beryl walks her dog every day, pretty much irrespective of the weather. She is accompanied by Derrick (or maybe he is the one doing the accompanying) who I suspect is a fair bit younger, … Continue reading
The excitement of neighbours
Our Towers has been our home for almost a week. We’re strangely settled (even if it does feel like we are staying in an Air BnB that we’ll have to leave soon). We’re mostly unpacked (other than the rather large … Continue reading
Not taking the biscuit. Or the cupcake. (Surprisingly)
A few weeks ago I met Maureen and Margaret over the garden fence. They invited me to the Macmillan coffee morning they were planning at the supported living residence up the road. That day was today. Not being one to … Continue reading
Meeting the neighbours
I’ve always found it a bit tricky to meet new people. I’ve often thought that it would be easier if I had children as there are more opportunities and an obvious common ground. In fact, since moving to Beachville, I’ve … Continue reading
A chaotic 44 minutes
I nearly had another fireman story for you tonight. Nearly, but not quite. I can explain by telling you what happened between 1.56pm and 2.40pm. 1.56pm – realise I am hosting a teleconference at 2pm and had better log on … Continue reading
Neighbours and pants
I love Pog Towers – it’s just the right size for me and Norman Cat. We just aren’t too keen on the neighbours. We have quite bad neighbour issues on one side of noise, children picking my flowers, their rubbish in my garden… I could … Continue reading
Training the neighbours…
My neighbours can be a bit of a challenge. No, that is work language (see how they have trained me?!). My neighbours are a nightmare. And the problem is, I’m slightly scared of them and their very large extended family … Continue reading
Not so boring Bumpkinsville
On Wednesday I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. It was turning into a long week, and after the loveliness of seeing people on Monday things were getting a bit lonely and uneventful at Pog Towers. (That is, other … Continue reading
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