For some months the houses to the left and right of our humble terraced abode have been vacant.
To the left due to the fact that the guy’s wife had left him and he had gone away on what one can only assume to be an extended party. (There is a longer story here but it may be for a later time).
To the right due to the ongoing not-being-aliveness of the elderly lady who had inhabited it. She was quite stubborn in the whole not-being-alive-anymore arena.
The left, I am informed by Tired Mam, saw activity of the moving-in nature today. A couple. No children. Thirties, she reckoned.
I am concerned, due to previous neighbour scenarios at other addresses. (Again, another time). It had been quite nice not having any.
Late this evening. I am in the back yard having a cigarette. Over the wall I can hear two gentlemen in the back yard of next door having what seems to be a post-moving-exertion chat. It is clear that one is New Occupant, the other is mate/brother who has helped.
In the manner of all men, they are having a conversation totally irrelevant to the task at hand. On this occasion a tele-vision show involving people who are not in the least celebrated by the general populace but are still referred to as ‘celebrities’ and that is apparently hosted by someone called ‘Antandec’.
I smoke my cigarette and listen for a bit.
Suddenly the back door of my new neighbour is flung open and a lady enters the back yard.
Unseen Lady: [Very Emotional]: Boxes. Boxes. BOXES. Everywhere. BOXES!!
Unseen lady then bursts into tears and there is the sound of a door slamming behind her as she re-enters her new abode.
There is silence for a minute.
Unseen Man: Say what you like about Antandec, he can make anything watchable.
Companion: Oh yeah.
As neighbours go, they seem quite normal.