Won't you be my neighbour?

I wasn't too worried about doing the neighbour assignment thing because we live in one of those neighbourhoods where you have no contact with the people who live near you. We do talk to the people across the road as they have dogs too but not really well enough to say 'hey can I take your picture' without having to launch into a ten minute ramble about how you're not a mad stalker but have this crazy new obsession with an online photo journal and how they want you to shoot your neighbour... We did talk to the people who live in the other half of our semi but they moved (something we said?).

So...

The only other neighbour we have sensible contact with is Ewan. He is a proffesional golf coach. He's an odd chap but a pleasant fellow. We met him when he came in for a tattoo (the superman logo... he's not a comic book fan, just a confident person to put it politely). It soon emerged he lived in the same estate as us (suburban hell, stepford wifes). He stays in a wee keyhole bejou-roadette off the main road bit so we can see each others back doors.

I was in the bathroom 'putting my face on' when I noticed this strange light through the patterned bathroom window and when I opened it, the contrast of ominous clouds and sun on the grass and the fact that Ewan was out buiding decking in his garden made me run for my wee camera!

Ewans house is the one just slightly hidden by the tree. Their house is the same style as ours but the street is made up of different shaped houses. Supposedly to make it look 'natural' or like people gradually moved there and built houses independantly. Not so. Wimpy threw them up thirty years ago. My dream is to move to an old wreck of a sandstone house and fix it up and stay there for ever.

Till then, we have Ewan the crazy golfer (no pun intended) to greet occasionally, Bill and Isobelle the dog people to talk dog to and our new neighbours to finally introduce ourselves to. Not sure of the etiquette; if we're supposed to go round with a casserole...?