
I step out of the front door and hope I don’t bump into my neighbours. I’ve heard them banging around and so figure they are probably about to leave too. It is not that I don’t like them, or that they are particularly difficult, more that I’m not generally a bit anti-social and would rather have such exchanges of pleasantries when I don’t have a train to catch. I think I’m maybe just a bit miserable. I then think that perhaps it is a nice thing to have the odd friendly face when you leave the house in the morning, and that I’m lucky that there are some friendly people on my road. A good contrast to the wall of impersonality I will face with my commute. Read the rest of this entry »