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Eslam and Yasmin, the kids from upstairs, came down the fire escape and played in my garden yesterday for the first time in the 8 months I've been living in this flat.
I didn't mind. I always knew they had access to the garden, I'm only surprised they haven't made use of it before now, and they weren't doing any harm, messing about doing roly-polies and hand-stands and having tickle fights on the lawn.
They are moving out, apparently, probably within the next 3 weeks - Samar told me once that she didn't trust the fire escape, but perhaps she's loosened up on that now that they are leaving.
I just hope whoever moves in after them doesn't want to share the garden too much!
In other news, I now live in the kind of community where the elderly chap next door will bring home a few shoots of mint from his allotment and give them to me for my garden - and throw in a few sticks of rhubarb while he's at it, just because.
So this is suburbia.
I didn't mind. I always knew they had access to the garden, I'm only surprised they haven't made use of it before now, and they weren't doing any harm, messing about doing roly-polies and hand-stands and having tickle fights on the lawn.
They are moving out, apparently, probably within the next 3 weeks - Samar told me once that she didn't trust the fire escape, but perhaps she's loosened up on that now that they are leaving.
I just hope whoever moves in after them doesn't want to share the garden too much!
In other news, I now live in the kind of community where the elderly chap next door will bring home a few shoots of mint from his allotment and give them to me for my garden - and throw in a few sticks of rhubarb while he's at it, just because.
So this is suburbia.