I am very fortunate to have wonderful neighbours in a typical English suburb.
Our doorbell came off a few weeks ago. It was laid on the floor by the entrance. My opposite neighbour said, “It’s easy! I’ll fix it for you.”
Mark came over with a compact tool box. He took out a drill, and in less than 5 minutes, the doorbell was back onto the wall again.
Mark also went upstairs to fix Ben’s bed. A few pieces of wood had come off. To Mark, it was easy. “I’ve got all the tools. Don’t worry.”
As our 3 hens (now 2 left) were running wildly in the garden, causing damage to the grass, last year, Mark also helped us built this fence to keep the hens confined to part of the garden.
However, the hens still longed for freedom. Look at her:
This time, we need Nigel, another neighbour. Nigel came over one day, holding the hen tenderly, for Hugh to clip their wings.
Nigel and May practically designed our garden. Nigel and May are keen gardeners. When we first moved in 11 years ago, the garden was a total mess with weeds.
They gave us useful advice over the years, and more importantly, they took over our front and back gardens, as if ours are an extension to their gardens.
We don’t mind.
Mark loves neat gardens. The council is responsible for cutting part of the front garden. However, Mark never like to wait for their irregular service. He would mow the lawn himself. Then, he would cross the road, and mow our lawn.
Another neighbour, Martin, is a carpenter. And this was our garden fence.
That was the most unsightly scene in the neighbourhood.
Martin changed all that early this year.
You see, Martin used properly treated wood. He cut out the wood piece by piece in the cold weather.
This fence has now added glory to the neighbourhood!