I live in quite a curtain-twitchy, tut tutting street. In other places it never occurred to me that neighbours wouldn't live and let live and respect each others' private lives. Here everyone is the subject of ceaseless gossip. From who the daughter-in-law is having an affair with, to someone's son getting out of prison next week, to who needs to buy a new car, to who should wash their net curtains.
Community is great, but that kind of judgemental bitching is corrosive. And neighbours can quite easily descend into it, it seems. On moving in to my street, I began to understand the national trend for avoiding the neighbours. We all know each other on my street (150 households or so) and I never known such rowing and feuding.
Kind of. I have pulled out of our local group. Not knowing what people are bitching about helps immensely. I notice that since leaving I am spending much more time in front and back gardens. All the bushes and trees are more lush and so the gardens are more private. And I admit I really do like that. It maybe snowflake-hood, I will concede.
I think that is a bit of a myth, the tap water mainly comes from reservoirs and boreholes, and the drains mainly outflow into the thames, which then goes into the sea, not back into the reservoirs!
Oh now you've spoiled my special pub bore conversation godammit.
I think that is a bit of a myth, the tap water mainly comes from reservoirs and boreholes, and the drains mainly outflow into the thames, which then goes into the sea, not back into the reservoirs!
Oh now you've spoiled my special pub bore conversation godammit.
Sorry, typo: the tap water mainly comes from bladders, and the drains mainly outflow into the thames, which then goes into the reservoirs, not back into the sea!
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the tap water mainly comes from bladders, and the drains mainly outflow into the thames, which then goes into the reservoirs, not back into the sea!