Moving out

A couple of months ago, our next-door neighbour died. She was in her late 70's, frail and shrunken, with two grown-up sons in their 50's living at home. One had never married and the other was divorced. Both had lived in the house for most of their lives.

Now, they will have to move out. The house is being sold. Whether it is the two mens' choice or that of their four siblings, we don't know. Rio and I were disturbed yesterday afternoon by the noise of the post for a "For Sale" board being hammered into their garden.

So, in a month or two, we will have new neighbours. Bridie & her children have been fine. We chat, but it's a very reserved relationship. Typically English, except that Bridie is (was) Irish and retained her accent throughout her life. I spoke to the estate agents and they said - but who believes an estate agent? - that they intend to sell to a family rather than a developer, but who knows? The house is certainly large enough to convert into several flats, but whether it would be economic to do so is a different matter. We hope for a family.

Oh, and the price being asked implies that I'm a dollar (and Euro) millionaire. Or rather, Moonface and I are jointly millionaires! So why aren't we rich, eh?