
I just have to share this....
We moved to this house 3 weeks ago and haven't really met the neighbours yet, but it didn't take long to find out that it is an area which considers it to be 'nice' in the Hyacinth Bucket style.
Anyway - last evening our puppy, George (10 months old, useless at crossing roads and baby substitute) managed to escape from the back garden by opening a latch gate - and by the time we discovered he was missing he was no where to be seen. So DH went running out of the front of the house and down towards the nearest main road - and I followed him shrieking 'George, George' and shuffling after him in my fluffy Pooh Bear slippers as fast as I could.
When I got level with my next door neighbour's front door she opened it as quick as a flash - asking if there was anything she could do. I said that George had escaped and had run off - at which point I realised from the look on her face that she thought George was my husband - and, as I turned to talk to her, I noticed that 'coincidentally' several of the other neighbours had managed to find something that urgently needed to be done in their front gardens in sub zero temperatures.... That was it for me - I got the giggles so bad that tears were streaming down my face and I couldn't say a word - which just confirmed to my neighbour that my husband had just 'done a runner'.
Just as she was asking me if I would like a large 'restorative' brandy, Kevin turned the corner to our road pulling a wriggly George by the collar. I had to make this big deal about say 'Oh KEVIN - thank goodness you managed to find GEORGE.'
Well.... I have met one of my neighbours now - and have seen most of the rest - heavens only knows what they think of us!
