I have thought long and hard about a neighbours story, but I think my other half and I are probably some of 'those' neighbours...
When we moved in to our current house, it was the only one with enough space to park/store our five vehicles (of which I own one - the rest were his!) We also have so much stuff between the two of us that we filled two removal lorries. I'm pretty certain that we were the talk of the neighbours.


As for a story about a neighbour of mine, the wibbly lines need to take us back to the mid-eighties. I was a little girl of single figures and there was a (in my opinion) lovely old man a few doors down from us who was always working in his front garden and we always said hello and stopped for a chat. One day when I was on my own he told me that he had a tortoise who lived in the back garden. I instantly asked if I could see it and he said yes in principle, but that he wouldn't let me go back there without my Mum. We duly trundled off to my front door, collected my Mum and went to meet the tortoise.

In that time, I don't think people were nearly so careful about correct behaviour with children. So was I in the back garden of a reformed paedophile or just a very vigilant man? I don't ever want to know, but I do wonder...
( Bozo the Clone will work for chocolate., Mon 5 Oct 2009, 13:21, 2 replies)

He went and got your mum
which says to me he was a responsible neighbour. And there actually was a Tortoise. Better than the promise of puppies then a lovely ride in the boot of the car.
( TheFinch is getting to grips with the complex plane on, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 13:41, closed)

or
He was trying to hit on your mum.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 20:56, closed)