Day 81

Bit of sadness this week when my good neighbours told me they were selling. 2 hours of conversation later as I walked away I could only reflect on how close we had become. Except for my childhood I do not remember having neighbours who I trusted and relied on at times. Their kids and grandchildren I knew on sight as they did my parents and sister.

While they have not sold yet (yes I thought of loud music still have a bit of the 'Dead Kennedys' to play on open house days). I am grateful for the friendship, support and help they have given me while I have lived here. I would not have my kitchen if it was not to Barry's design and would not of understood body corporate web without Elizabeth. Most of all where do you find a neighbour, who gets your dry washing in when it starts raining, brings in your bin, waters your plants and collects mail when away.

I wish them all the best in retirement and want this change to allow them to relax and be part of their children’s lives as they want to be