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.
posted by Jona at 9:49 am
1 Comments:
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.
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