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I ask, because all of our friends have similarly aged neighbours, who they can do fun stuff with.

Not us. We seem to always get stuck with the coffin-dodgers whose idea of fun is polishing up their classic ‘circa 1925’ Jaguar to within an inch of its life. What’s up with that? Urrggh.

For once, it would be lovely to have neighbours who are at least the same age as us, so that we can invite them over to look at our fabulously refurbed kitchen, so that they can participate in the whole obligatory, “I’m so jealous of your kitchen” thing that people do.

Is that asking too much? Sheesh.