“Neighbours everybody needs good neighbours, with a little understanding you can find the perfect blend neighbours should be there for one another thats when good neighbours become good friends.”
Where the heck did that come from, Oh how I hate ear worms, never watched that show, so how did that get in my head ?

Neighbour,

My neighbour he’s such a lovely chap, only starts drilling when I need a nap, He thinks my washing out is a sign for a fire, so my shirts always smell like a funeral pyre.

Messages from his dog hidden amongst my flowers, that bang, bang music into late hours. He likes to park his car at the top of my drive, so his loud friends can park when they all arrive.

His lawn he can only cut it on Sundays, stops me for a moan on my way to work Mondays. his lager always delivered in crates, to help him with it all his football mates.

His language always so colourful, his wife the same when she gives me an earful, he cut down a tree that fell in my garden, no sorry, no excuses, not even a pardon.

Of course of course it’s not like the above, where would I be without our neighbourly love, how can one cope with a neighbour so nice ? When we’re needing help we never need to ask twice !

All words Meadowhead Bard, with the exception of “Neighbours” theme.