Can Do

We have new neighbours.  They’ve moved in while we were away.  Thankfully not into our house, they are not squatters. They seem nice.  Of course they could be psychos.  Nice psychos.  They may be thinking the same about us.  But so far so good: no all night parties involving the regional chapters of Hell’s Angels; no nocturnal deliveries of wooden crates with exotic stamps in indecipherable fonts; no exotic pets killing cattle or uprooting the trees; no one who smells excessively of urine.  That makes them okay neighbours in my book.  I am a simple man.

However, I did have a intriguing glimpse into their garage during a recent So-you’ve-moved-in-then conversation.  I couldn’t count them, so I can’t be certain of the exact numbers but it looked like the garage was entirely full of cans of 7-up.  There must have been a million of them.  I have not heard the family burping unduly so I can only assume that the soft drink is for some other purpose.

He says is a builder.  I’m not entirely convinced.

Comments

[the boy who likes to]

So youre going to turn in to Tom Hanks character in The Burbs?

Have you checked that they arent moving any large man sized hefty black bags at night to trucks?

[Carlton]

Some might say I already resemble one of the burbs. But so far no big bags at night...c