Loving thy neighbour, or not
We met our neighbour. "Welcome to the street. Hope you like a bit of f...ing music", she said. And so it began.
Even now, three years later when we hear the distant sound of heavy bass music my wife and I look at one another.
Ben Blackwell lives in a house of young Kiwis in Melbourne, and says his neighbours from Tasmania are amazing.
A lovely old lady used to live next door. Then she moved into a home and my Mob nightmare began.
I had decided my neighbour was a complete tosser and we'd never be friends. How wrong I was.
My neighbours give their hearts, their home, their leftovers, their hand-me-downs, and their love.
When we first looked at the house, the owners stated that the neighbours were lovely and considerate. Wrong.
We extended the olive branch, and he bridged the gap between the young and the old.