fragments from suburbia

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.

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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

 

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