Steve Maskery
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I do not live in a posh area. But I have lovely neighbours. Next door there is a young lass with two boys. I guess they are about 11 or 12 and 8 or so. They could be 18 and 3, cos I'm not very good at guessing ages, but I suspect my first estimate is probably more accurate. Anyway, they are nice folk, including the kids.
They are outside clearing the snow from their drive, so I poked my nose out and said, tongue firmly planted in cheek, of course, "Oi! I hope you are not piling up all you snow onto my drive!"
"Shall we bury Steve's car?", was Laura's mischievous reply. And we had an enjoyable couple of minutes' banter before I wimped back inside.
I'd just opened a bottle of Cava. I'm not a fizz sort of bloke at all, but this just fell into my hand. It was suitably horrible, and I was just about to pour it down the sink when I though of NDN.
"Are you a dry white wine sort of lady?", I enquired. "Oh yes", was the reply. So I gave her the rest of the bottle to enjoy or throw away as she saw fit. I suppose I imagined she'd wait until she'd cleared the drive, then treat herself. But no, she simply knocked it back like a trouper, declaring it delicious. I could not help having hysterics. Ah, the cultured young.
I only had a KitKat for the boys, but they seemed just as happy.
A most enjoyable neighbourly encounter.
S
They are outside clearing the snow from their drive, so I poked my nose out and said, tongue firmly planted in cheek, of course, "Oi! I hope you are not piling up all you snow onto my drive!"
"Shall we bury Steve's car?", was Laura's mischievous reply. And we had an enjoyable couple of minutes' banter before I wimped back inside.
I'd just opened a bottle of Cava. I'm not a fizz sort of bloke at all, but this just fell into my hand. It was suitably horrible, and I was just about to pour it down the sink when I though of NDN.
"Are you a dry white wine sort of lady?", I enquired. "Oh yes", was the reply. So I gave her the rest of the bottle to enjoy or throw away as she saw fit. I suppose I imagined she'd wait until she'd cleared the drive, then treat herself. But no, she simply knocked it back like a trouper, declaring it delicious. I could not help having hysterics. Ah, the cultured young.
I only had a KitKat for the boys, but they seemed just as happy.
A most enjoyable neighbourly encounter.
S