“A good neighbour is one who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn’t climb over it!” – Arthur Baer.
The Midweek Word Prompt over on GC and my site Weekly Prompts is Neighbours (Neighbors) ! This one was GC’s idea, and my first thought was I don’t have neighbours, what can I complain about?
Forty-three years of living on a small farm on the outskirts of a village, in a house overlooking green fields has rendered me very appreciative. Others might not feel the same; the lack of close neighbours and the remoteness of living in the middle of a field is not everyone’s cup of tea!
After my husband died, my eldest daughter, moved back here with her husband and family. We knocked down walls, built a second staircase, reconfigured rooms and built extensions until we created two homes under one roof while retaining adjoining doors both up and down.
I never actually thought of them as neighbours until now, they’re just my family, and they live here too. There are so many advantages and positives of this arrangement, but there are one or two disadvantages, not least of which is the loss of our privacy.
I enjoy being home alone, I like the silence. Much of my day is spent here in the living room/kitchen, and with my computer on the kichen table, I can happily spend most of an afternoon working on some project or other, but at the end of the school day, when the family come home, the peace of the day is shattered.
My daughter’s utility room is next to my kitchen, and unfortunately, her washing machine is the noisiest I’ve ever heard. It starts as soon as she gets home from work and often continues into the evening. I accept that doing daily laundry is a necessity, but I do wish it was quieter!
When they are entertaining, their kitchen door to their utility is left open, and even if there are only two guests, the voices and laughter become louder and louder, it’s as though they are all in the room with me. The noise is usually from the adults; very rarely do I hear the children. I suppose I should be grateful that they don’t entertain every week.
Again I accept that my family next door must be allowed to live their own lives without my complaints and interference, and I’m certain it can’t have been easy for them either.
I think the biggest mistake was made during the building work. The architect assured me we would have soundproofing on the ground floor, but for some unknown reason, it didn’t happen.
Fortunately, I have my refuge, and as soon my teatime is over, and everything is cleared away, I escape to a peaceful little sanctuary that I love, my upstairs sitting room.
Postscript – I’m also very fortunate and appreciative to have the family I love living just next door.
(C) SueW-nansfarm.net 2019 Word Prompt Neighbours from Weekly Prompts
Clipart courtesy of Google.