May I borrow a cup of sugar?

That is cute, the story of "John". My older son had a fun little relationship with our neighbours in our previous home. "Big Buddy" and "Honey" were their names... I think they called Eric "Little Buddy". You know, right this moment I can't remember their real names! ROFLMAO!!!

That happens to me all of the time. I say my "friend", but then cannot remember their name until it is too late! Such is life, and age.

Good point! now i'm outraged (not really)! Why hasn't the Welcome Wagon been to my house? tee hee!

On the other hand they haven't been round to welcome you. But I suppose that one or the other of you is going to have to say hello soon or you will never meet! LOL.

Children can make or break a good neighbour relationship. Your children sound lovely and I bet that they are a delight to know. So I am not too surprised that you get on well. Your other neighbour sound like she is best left to her misery.

It's funny how many people that live in apartment blocks feel that way. We used to love out neighbours above, but hated the lout that lived downstairs. He used to play his music loud and was aggressive and violent. Never was I so pleased to see someone run off without paying his rent as that guy. LOL. After that I vowed never to live in an apartment again. So far we haven't.

If you have things in common then fine. But I think that may of us and our neighbours quite like to be at arms length.

That's fair enough Sharon. Thank you.

lol..she's a nice lady and friendly with everyone...that's why we don't mind it, I guess. It's a standing joke now...and her husband always mentions it when she borrows something. lol...sometimes I go over to give her what she wants! She'll do the same for me too...so that's okay, I guess.

LOL. At least you know where to find a clean cup if you need one! What a cheek. That will have me chuckling for the rest of the afternoon.

If you are comfortable with that then it sound absolutely wonderful. It is when neigbours become a nuisance that things can become difficult. Thank you Pinky.

When I started this discussion I had just hear the sugar question on the radio and it got me thinking. Of course if I had done my homework beforehand I would have discovered that I am about the last myLot member to ask the question. But once posted you can only plough on. I haven't noticed any animosity so far but who knows. Now I completely understand those poor old neighbours of ours. Who wants to live next to a bunch of screaming kids always playing basketball or soccer. Riding their bikes into carefully tended flower beds...... How am I doing war wise? LOL. Don't beat me too hard Angel. I love you, I really do. You are of course quite right. I can understand that people want their peace, but I find a few children liven up the atmosphere of the place and are not necessarily detrimental to even quiet neighbourhoods. We have always been the "noisy" house. Chiefly it is the fact that we welcome all our daughter's friends. According to Facebook she has got 424 of these and there are times when I think that they are all here! When I was a boy we lived in a place that sounds a little like your street. The man across the street would confiscate footballs for a week if they went into his garden. His daughter could do no wrong - but she was the first girl ever to show me the difference between boys and girls!! We were not allowed out to play on a Sunday because my parents didn't want us disturbing the Close. I vowed not to be so uptight, and times have moved on. But you are right when you say that if these older people were a little more friendly they would probably gain young friends and probably the respect that they think that they are due. Reminds me of the lad in the first Home Alone film who got friendly with his grumpy, lonely old neighbour.

I love snausages. LOL. Being short has such huge advantages.

Sugar substitutes ate worse for you than sugar itself. Except perhaps for honey - nice girl. Well if you must run a gin palace - which reminds me. I bought tonic water today. Hooray. Neighbours in the house are OK so long as the know what time to go. I suppose when you are all puddled is the answer.

I bet that you are glad to have moved. It is hard enough fending for yourselves. But supporting the neighbours as well seems above and beyond. I am glad that you like where you are now.

People can be so appreciative can't they? A little courtesy goes a long way. As does a complete lack of it too. Poor Mr Ruby.

That's lovely Breath. I am sure that it is better to get on than not. They sound a generous and friendly lot.

Gosh Dory. Thank you. I don't quite know where to start. It is good to have neighbours that you feel that you could call on if you needed anything. I've had the noisy neighbour - he was violent too. But by and large we have had neighbours that minded their own business but would look out for each other too. Several of us have tried Christmas drink type get togethers, but they've not really done anything to build an esprit de corps. Maybe we are better off that way. I am married to someone that seems to know one half of the city, and our daughter seems to know the other half and it is virtually impossible for us to go into town without someone or other that they know saying hello.

Lol nope no chance

So you never get the chance to be behind with the rent then Gabs. LOL. Thank you.

Of course. The nice ones are the ones that we all prefer to remember. Your older lady sounds lovely.

she really is just a doll! it is always nice to have people like that living next to you.

LMAO...right over my head! He11 it's been a long day!

Skinnychick the Partychick! I think that the sugar is just a euphemism for saying hello.

Oh yes, roast me ever so slowly baby! Just remember I need to be basted at least every 45 minutes. You wouldn't want me to get all tough and gamy.

Just as I was about to ask you over to a Tupperware party too. I shall just have to roast you slowly instead. I am not a big neighbour fan. I don't disrespect them. But they in their small corner and I in mine is how I tend to look at it.

Poor p1ke, those cats just love you, don't they? See, you're supposed to like cats. Kind of ironic, yes? And I pet him. But I could possibly ride him if he were of the notion, I suppose. He's so enormous - I've never seen a bigger dog, and I've seen LOTS of dogs. We also have one of those Hungarian Commodore Sheepdogs, the ones that look like they have dredlocks. He's white, and enormous too, and I just love him. We have a white standard poodle too, gorgeous. But the majority of the dogs are your retriever/labrador type, I think. Of course, here at the house, between 2 of the people who live on this property, there is an Akita, a medium sized terrier and an Airedale. And of course our 3 cats, so we're never short of love objects. I'm happy with the menagerie. And with the other critters, the squirrels, birds, rabbits, possums, and god knows what else, we're our own multi species world. What this has to do with borrowing a cup of sugar, I don't know, but there you have it anyway, darlin.

Do you pet him or ride him? He sounds a big boy. We know people by their pets too. The cats I am all to familiar with as they use our garden in lieu of a litter tray. Grrrrr