I thought it was time to introduce a few more of the new neighbours.

Mr. & Mrs. Golightly, who never had any children, lavish all their love and attention on the garden. Most of the time they live in complete harmony, dead-heading, weeding and trimming, although there was a bit of a kerfuffle the other day when Mr. Golightly experimented with some pinking shears to trim the edge of the lawn – Mrs. Golightly didn’t approve and didn’t go lightly on Mr. Golightly at all. I know who wears the trousers in that household.

I don’t know who wears the trousers in No 9, but the gay couple who live there are charm personified. I’ve picked up quite a few tips on sartorial elegance from Tom and a lot of information about hair ‘product’ from Eric.

Next door to them lives Brenda. Now retired, he regales anyone who will listen with stories about his life in the merchant navy, and how a trip to Thailand changed his life completely. I won’t go into details but I will say it involved a lot of drink and a sharp knife.

I won’t mention the Corduroy’s drinking habits either. Suffice it to say the Council decided to put a bottle recycling bin in their garden to keep their carbon footprint to a minimum. I am compiling details and a flow chart to show the relationship between the number of bottles re-cycled and the time their bedroom curtains are opened in the morning. It should be fascinating.

I intend to keep you up to date with ‘doings’ in the cul-de-sac every now and again. I don’t want to give you too much information all at once, as I know that most of you have difficulty concentrating for more than a couple of minutes. (I’m just amazed that they don’t drift all off to sleep. Ha! That’s it – they’re all insomniacs, seeking a cure. Lo,TG Ed)

I’d be very grateful BTW, if anyone can tell me what the French for cul-de-sac is – thank you.