Is it just me or does everyone understand the value of good neighbours?
There’s a lot of talk about getting to know your neighbours in New South Wales…
In Sydney yesterday, the bodies of two elderly people were found after neighbours noticed a smell coming from their flat in Neutral Bay.
That discovery brings to five the number of bodies of elderly people in NSW this month(!) who appear to have died alone in their homes. In the worst case, an elderly man had been dead six months, before Australia Post eventually told the police they should check out what was going on. That man lived in a flat surrounded by neighbours, but none of them were looking out for him…
The street where the elderly couple was found yesterday is quiet and leafy…Neutral Bay is a well to do suburb.
Most residents in the street had heard about the couple's death but few knew had met them.
One resident said: "The scary thing is I don't know any of my neighbours. If I knocked on their door they would think I was crazy."
We’re having an interesting time in our street.
When we moved into the little cul de sac it was like Ramsay Street…
We would all stand out the front and talk and laugh, and sometimes bring a bottle or two.
We had street parties, and everyone took care of each others kids, gardens, mail and feelings.
But we’ve had some movement and it’s a little different these days. I don’t even actually know my neighbours name…
He’s away a lot and I think it’s fair to say he’s not at all interested in me (understatement of the year....he has this quite comical routine of pretending he can't see you...even when you're standing in front of him at the letter box!!! I'd be upset, except he's the same with the rest of the street...so I'm hoping it's not personal).
I’m ok with it... but it’s a new situation for me. We’ve always been really close to our neighbours.
In Shepparton, our elderly neighbour Mary didn’t drive, so I used to pick things up at the shop for her. She used to make us biscuits and one rainy day I came home to no washing on the line…
Mary had taken it off and was airing it in front of her heater at home. I think if I had left her any longer she would have had it folded ironed and in our drawers…
Do you know your neighbours? Tell me a best and worst neighbour story?
There’s a lot of talk about getting to know your neighbours in New South Wales…
In Sydney yesterday, the bodies of two elderly people were found after neighbours noticed a smell coming from their flat in Neutral Bay.
That discovery brings to five the number of bodies of elderly people in NSW this month(!) who appear to have died alone in their homes. In the worst case, an elderly man had been dead six months, before Australia Post eventually told the police they should check out what was going on. That man lived in a flat surrounded by neighbours, but none of them were looking out for him…
The street where the elderly couple was found yesterday is quiet and leafy…Neutral Bay is a well to do suburb.
Most residents in the street had heard about the couple's death but few knew had met them.
One resident said: "The scary thing is I don't know any of my neighbours. If I knocked on their door they would think I was crazy."
We’re having an interesting time in our street.
When we moved into the little cul de sac it was like Ramsay Street…
We would all stand out the front and talk and laugh, and sometimes bring a bottle or two.
We had street parties, and everyone took care of each others kids, gardens, mail and feelings.
But we’ve had some movement and it’s a little different these days. I don’t even actually know my neighbours name…
He’s away a lot and I think it’s fair to say he’s not at all interested in me (understatement of the year....he has this quite comical routine of pretending he can't see you...even when you're standing in front of him at the letter box!!! I'd be upset, except he's the same with the rest of the street...so I'm hoping it's not personal).
I’m ok with it... but it’s a new situation for me. We’ve always been really close to our neighbours.
In Shepparton, our elderly neighbour Mary didn’t drive, so I used to pick things up at the shop for her. She used to make us biscuits and one rainy day I came home to no washing on the line…
Mary had taken it off and was airing it in front of her heater at home. I think if I had left her any longer she would have had it folded ironed and in our drawers…
Do you know your neighbours? Tell me a best and worst neighbour story?
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