I live on a great street where the houses lean into each other as though they are trying to share a secret. Once I sneezed in my kitchen, front door open and my daughter playing across the street shouted ‘bless you’. Ok, it is true I sneeze like a man but still.
September is about catching up and we were on the driveway chatting when another neighbour drove by and pulled over to chat. Anything to put off a boring errand.We chatted for 40 mins or so, almost ready to crack the wine open, when her husband came down the street, rake in hand, asking if she had picked up the leaf bags yet. ‘No but there are tons in my garage’, friend said. At that point wife thought she better skeddadle and went to turn on car and it would not turn over.
Husband emerges from garage to return to task and wife shouts “will you jump me?”
I look for it. I see it. A smile, a twinkle, a spark. And not just between the jumper cables. There it is, very reassuring especially in spite of the boo boo.
And I got my jump but certainly had to pay for it later!
goods in kind? perhaps you can share with the readers.