If you read my last couple of posts you might have the impression that the neighbourhood's not especially over abundant with neighbourliness so I hope you'll be as grateful as I was in discovering some thoughtful soul put all the wheelie bins the right way round after the chaps from the cart (who have taken years to be persuaded to put them in a row rather than leave them scattered all over the car park), yet again placed them backwards so they're difficult to open. Plus, a visitor parking a bike outside a nearby flat for an afternoon's (let's call it) socialising, asked if it was going to be in my way and said to bang on the door and shout a few expletives if it needed moving. Those were his exact words: 'shout a few expletives'. That's one gratitude for polite consideration, and another for wording it so delightfully and without shouting any expletives at all!
I give thanks for more forms filled and phone calls made, emails at least partly written. For drinking more free cuppas at Waitrose on the way home from the library with some of the natterers...no wonder their prices are high...
I give thanks for the very particular sound of the Centre Court crowd cheering on Mr Murray when he's winning. I was wondering if I'm imagining that it's unique, but have decided yes, it is... in my lifetime anyway. Oh, and how grateful am I to have heard it from just outside on the loudest day ever!
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