I think it's a shame that people don't know their neighbours as much as they used to. I grew up in a street that was mostly inhabited by elderly couples and widowers so I was a bit of a novely for them (and probably a bit of a nuisance too) but they always went out of their way to talk to me and was often invited in for a sweet or a biscuit .
I have such vivid memories of my childhood neighbours...the old guy next door with a trilby hat and half a finger, the woman across the road with the fantastic house done out like a Spanish villa - come - 1960's ideal home exhibition, the man with the diabetes who always forgot to take his injections and would come staggering along the street looking drunk and the blind man - except I was terrified of him because of his stick, flat cap and huge blacked out glasses!
We had flasher-gate too. Several shocked women said that a bloke in our street was exposing himself at the window . All I was told was that I must not go and look in that man's window, but I wasn't told why. Of course it was the first thing I did, but thankfully I never saw anything!
I have such vivid memories of my childhood neighbours...the old guy next door with a trilby hat and half a finger, the woman across the road with the fantastic house done out like a Spanish villa - come - 1960's ideal home exhibition, the man with the diabetes who always forgot to take his injections and would come staggering along the street looking drunk and the blind man - except I was terrified of him because of his stick, flat cap and huge blacked out glasses!
We had flasher-gate too. Several shocked women said that a bloke in our street was exposing himself at the window . All I was told was that I must not go and look in that man's window, but I wasn't told why. Of course it was the first thing I did, but thankfully I never saw anything!
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