Most of my neighbours are staying home. They’re fighting with their loved ones and they’re bonding with their loved ones. They talk, laugh, shriek and bellow. I hear fragments of their frustration and their delight. I overhear most of these conversations when I’m hanging washing.
Snippets from this week:
Male, yelling: You need to help me here. I need your help!
Female, in a cheery voice: Let’s look at Scrabble, hey?
Female, shouting: I’ve been folding for this family for 17 years!
Small boy next door, playing soccer with his mum: Okay my lovely mummy!
Female, screeching: How hard is it to clear your plate?
Actually, that last one was me.
Hope you’re all keeping well and relatively sane. xx
Fiona Robertson 
You make me laugh, Fiona. Stay safe, lovely, and keep writing!
You keep safe too Lisa. Big hugs to you x
I’d like to see all of this dialogue worked into your next short story, please Fiona.
Hmmm, will see what I can do 😉
Love the snippets, Fiona. Stay safe.
You too Maureen ❤️
HA ha ha. I was the I’ve been folding for this family for 17 (except make that 24) years! Great post honey. Lots of love and a big hug from here xx
So much folding!
Thanks for reading dear Ed xx
Love this, so of-the-moment. Mostly I just hear my neighbour’s meditation recording. INHALE. EXHALE. INHALE. etc.
xx
Hmm, is that soothing or irritating?!