Wednesday, February 08, 2006

16/365 George

Nosey neighbour! We met when I found you in my house. You’d brought beans, but shuffled off realising my horror. Learning to love your tales and gossip of the street, I discovered it wasn’t nosiness, but eager caring.


Blogger Susan said...

Eager caring...I had a British friend like that once. She was a joy much of the time, but I often found her intrusive. Wish I'd been given your phrase back then.

09 February, 2006 13:58  

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