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supertinksstrangers can talk.
for only the second time in the two years I have lived in this house, a stranger who lives on my street has volunteered conversation!
Previously, the only person I've had a conversation or two with is the nosey old woman who lives in the end house, two doors down. and thats only cos she takes parcels in for us if we're not here.
Even the weird hippy folks next door don't even say hello when I see them in the street.
but I was merrily emptying my wheelbarrow, and i saw a tall ginger bloke (think he lives a few doors down) and he smiled at me, and then the next time I went out with my barrow he was walking past, and he actually stopped and started talking to me!
I'm amazed, I really thought nobody did that anymore.
for only the second time in the two years I have lived in this house, a stranger who lives on my street has volunteered conversation!
Previously, the only person I've had a conversation or two with is the nosey old woman who lives in the end house, two doors down. and thats only cos she takes parcels in for us if we're not here.
Even the weird hippy folks next door don't even say hello when I see them in the street.
but I was merrily emptying my wheelbarrow, and i saw a tall ginger bloke (think he lives a few doors down) and he smiled at me, and then the next time I went out with my barrow he was walking past, and he actually stopped and started talking to me!
I'm amazed, I really thought nobody did that anymore.
