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