A farmer walks up to his farmer neighbor with a jug of milk. The farmer says, “I know you’ve been run off your feet lately, thought I’d help by milking your cow.”
The neighbor replies “I have a bull not a cow”
Neighbours. When I was a kid growing up on Silverbirch Drive, I knew them ALL. The very day my Family moved to Brandon from Virden, I went door to door on the entire street. I was about to start kindergarten at a new school I informed them and was wondering if they had any appropriately aged Children for me to play with. Yup, I’ve ALWAYS been that guy.
Though as an Adult – I’ve kind of given up.
The House beside our has flipped owner 4 times since Sara and I moved in. Each and every time – I knock on the door with a bottle of wine, introduce myself, and never see them again. Is this no longer a thing? Am I the only person still welcoming people into the neighbourhood?
