Good Neighbours

It has almost become the norm now, the doorbell goes, I go to the door and it the post man asking, “Can you have this parcel for number three?” I always say, “Yes.” This way I learn their surnames and in turn, they take parcels for my kids. It makes for good relations. For folks can’t be in all of the time, thankfully on our lane, someone is always in.

Last week, while I was in, Paul was having a cigarette at the front door. After his cigarette he came in and said, “There is a parcel for next door,” That too is now the norm, to tell each other, so that when the parcel is no longer in the hall, it is because one of us, has given it to the neighbour next door or across the lane.

Ten minutes later I went into the hall and was shocked at what I saw, it was huge parcel, it looked the size of a washing machine! I went back into the Lounge and said to Paul, “I didn’t realize it was that big!” He then said, “I had to bring it all the way into the house, by myself.” I took a picture of the weight, it was 12.96kg. I thought, it is a good thing that Paul was in, for there is no way I would have been able to carry it into the hall by myself.

When our next-door neighbour arrived, Paul took it to their house! The Wife answered the door, her Husband was not home yet.

What will happen when Paul is out and an actual washing machine arrives?