I love our neighbours

We have a various neighbours (obviously) but I have to tell you about the people who live a few doors down. They work hard, both of them, and don’t have any children. Both of them are out the house for 6AM and work 6 days a week.

But that’s not what I love about them. I love the fact that they get pretty hammered every Sunday and stumble back about 8PM. Last night I was out when their taxi pulled up and they almost fell out of it. “Aaaallloo mate….”, said the guy, as he helped his wife out the car. She was holding. On to the door for dear life and managed to whistle (not sure why) and then started singing, “Old McDonald had a farm…”

So, neighbours. I salute you. :)