NeighboursI used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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Mr and Mrs Hall.....used to live next door to us when I was growing up in Southampton. They were really really nice old couple who I knew all through my growing up years. The trouble was as years went by Mrs Hall started to suffer from dementia and used to think we needed extra food. Instead of just coming to the front doot to say 'I have a spare cauliflower, do you want it?' or 'Here, have a few apples off the tree' she would deliver in an unusual way, over the fence. Now this food wasn't the best, it was usually every colour of the rainbow with mold or half eaten!.
It got sad towards the end of their lives, she was as batty as a bat.....well you know, a bit loopy, but as fit as a fiddle. Sadly Mr Hall was as sharp as a knife but physically not good and struggled to walk. My Dad used to go in and speak to Mr Hall after the news to keep him sane and give him some sensible conversation. Sadly neither of them is with us anymore but they were great neighbours, RIP Mr and Mrs Hall.
P.S Just remembered a classic Mrs Hall moment that makes me smile. I was playing footbal in the garden, hitting the ball up against the wall of the garage when I miss kicked and put it straight through the window. I was probably about 7 or 8 at the time and remember thinking ' shit I am dead, Dads going to kill me' only to look up and see Mrs Hall in hysterics looking down from her upstairs window. For some reason I felt reasured by that and I don't know why
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