They say "good fences make good neighbours", but this doesn't apply in Mrs Beasley's case. Edwina Beasley has managed to find a way of sticking her busybody nose into my business, though I barely speak a word to her when she starts asking me personal things. She's even taken it upon herself to find me a wife! Imagine my shock, when she knocked on my door Iast Sunday, in the company of a woman I’d never seen before and told me: "This is Mary Allen, dear. I'm sure you two have a Iot in common, so I'll let you get to know each other" And then she left, almost certain that Mary Allen and I will name our first child after her!
Don't get me wrong, I Love animals. Be it feathered, furry, two-legged or crawling, I simply adore all creatures. Except one: Mr Watson's poodle, Lulu. Though Mr Watson is a great neighbour, Lulu gets on my nerves so much that Tm seriously thinking of kidnapping her and secretly replacing her with a more tolerable look-alike. Not only does Lulu steal my newspaper every morning, she is also very selective with my friends. Whenever I have friends over that she doesn't like, she will stand outside my door barking or howling for hours if Mr Watson isn't home to come and pick her up. I know you’re supposed to "love thy neighbour", but do you have to Love his dog too?
The truth is I grew up to believe that our neighbours were also our friends, all of us sharing our joys and sorrows as they presented themselves in our small but closely-knit community. Unfortunately, this was not the case m the big city I moved to. I realised that trying to be friends with your neighbours and be there for them in times of need was not always welcome when my next-door neighbour told me to mind my own business and stop trying to control other people's lives. All I had done was knock on her door to see if she was alright on a night I'd heard her crying out loudly!
I know you can't really choose your neighbours, but I thought that I had chosen the right ones when I decided to move to a nice, peaceful street where mostly elderly people resided. What I hadn’t thought of was that these wonderful, friendly people, who mostly kept to themselves, had children and noisy grandchildren who visited on Sunday mornings. Worst of all, what I didn't know was that the same, seemingly quiet senior citizens would be having band practice every Saturday morning in the house right next to mine. I'm really having second thoughts about this neighbourhood!