My lovely neighbours of some 20 years have just moved out. I feel almost bereft. They were such good friends , with us through highs and lows, lots of drinks in the garden, suppers, New Year’s Eve parties, always dependable and good for a laugh. We joked and said it’s the “end of an era.” , and it really is. There’s a lovely young couple moving in, but it won’t be the same. We’ll keep in touch and visit, some 2.5 hours drive away, but I’m feeling almost tearful I know it will pass and we’ve been lucky having such great neighbours, but am I just being daft - can anyone relate to this feeling?
Talk to me about Dog Walkers (please! 😊)
I’m finished my festival poncho