The Neighbours
Without Prejudice
On SN last night, which I love, they had done a study on the so called "Poorer" suburbs and why they rate higher on the liveability scale, than other "richer" suburbs. I had a think about this for a while. There used to be something cringeworthy in saying you lived in Cranny, Cranbourne, or Cranbourne East if you want to upper class it, (won't work, still has the word Cranbourne in it. Ha ha)
The reasons that poorer suburbs came out better, was that they tend to be more blue collar suburbs, there is a better sense of community spirit and people tend to know their neighbours. I never thought of it as being a bonus before but it's true.
Yvette and I LOve the local new shopping centre and know people from around the neighbourhood. Friends of the boys or Alena's kids, but I will focus on the neighbours part for this story. K next door has been Yvette's neighbour for 7 years. He always helps with a car problem a dog problem , a kid problem, he's broken up fights, (Yvette mostly on the front nature strip-- told you she's like Joy in My Name Is Earl " )
Keith calms things down and we like him and he likes us. He mostly shakes his head at us but he likes us and the boys. He's Mt straight though and looks like he should be in the army. His 18 year old son committed suicide 2 years ago and that was just awful for the poor man.
We have little talks sometimes about our beautiful children that are not here any more. He's not a sentimental man, but he said to me, one day,
"I'll, see him again", meaning his Son,
"Yes, you will", I said to him.
On the other side of us are the biggest pair of scally wags known to man. They are so funny. Two single Dads with kids, an ex wife, I think, and lots of drunken male friends around at the weekends. Lots of drinking, music, sex, I think, from what I've heard. Every weekend in Summer it's like a Weekend at Bernies, without the dead body.
And they are so Australian, short on romance but full of kindne and valour for us "lost females, without men" Or only "Men that are dick heads" but in a silly way.
One of Yvette's exes came lurching around Xmas Eve, the boys fetched me. we had all the boys racing around like maniacs, so excited. So Ex didn't want to go and was enebriated and we called the cops, ho hum, and he staggered over to our neighbours and he sold them some drugs, (they didn't know what it was but they said it was good). They were so sweet as they heard him yelling at Yvette's door firstly and dragged him away,
"Come and have a beer, mate ", they said,
"Women, you can't win "
So what could have been a n upsetting evening turned out brilliant for Yvette as the two male neighbours came over, dead drunk but said they'd made sure he was ok and gallantly offered Yvette their protection anytime,
Yep, we love our neighbours xxx
On SN last night, which I love, they had done a study on the so called "Poorer" suburbs and why they rate higher on the liveability scale, than other "richer" suburbs. I had a think about this for a while. There used to be something cringeworthy in saying you lived in Cranny, Cranbourne, or Cranbourne East if you want to upper class it, (won't work, still has the word Cranbourne in it. Ha ha)
The reasons that poorer suburbs came out better, was that they tend to be more blue collar suburbs, there is a better sense of community spirit and people tend to know their neighbours. I never thought of it as being a bonus before but it's true.
Yvette and I LOve the local new shopping centre and know people from around the neighbourhood. Friends of the boys or Alena's kids, but I will focus on the neighbours part for this story. K next door has been Yvette's neighbour for 7 years. He always helps with a car problem a dog problem , a kid problem, he's broken up fights, (Yvette mostly on the front nature strip-- told you she's like Joy in My Name Is Earl " )
Keith calms things down and we like him and he likes us. He mostly shakes his head at us but he likes us and the boys. He's Mt straight though and looks like he should be in the army. His 18 year old son committed suicide 2 years ago and that was just awful for the poor man.
We have little talks sometimes about our beautiful children that are not here any more. He's not a sentimental man, but he said to me, one day,
"I'll, see him again", meaning his Son,
"Yes, you will", I said to him.
On the other side of us are the biggest pair of scally wags known to man. They are so funny. Two single Dads with kids, an ex wife, I think, and lots of drunken male friends around at the weekends. Lots of drinking, music, sex, I think, from what I've heard. Every weekend in Summer it's like a Weekend at Bernies, without the dead body.
And they are so Australian, short on romance but full of kindne and valour for us "lost females, without men" Or only "Men that are dick heads" but in a silly way.
One of Yvette's exes came lurching around Xmas Eve, the boys fetched me. we had all the boys racing around like maniacs, so excited. So Ex didn't want to go and was enebriated and we called the cops, ho hum, and he staggered over to our neighbours and he sold them some drugs, (they didn't know what it was but they said it was good). They were so sweet as they heard him yelling at Yvette's door firstly and dragged him away,
"Come and have a beer, mate ", they said,
"Women, you can't win "
So what could have been a n upsetting evening turned out brilliant for Yvette as the two male neighbours came over, dead drunk but said they'd made sure he was ok and gallantly offered Yvette their protection anytime,
Yep, we love our neighbours xxx
