The name's gone...

This is our next door neighbour's door, and the name has gone. It looks as empty as the flat behind it.

Amazing how close you can get to your neighbours without spending too much time together. They had to move out and we now feel the gap. S used to look after the children, sometimes at a moment's notice and if I lacked an egg, onion or mustard I could just go across the landing to ask for theirs. Hm, luckily our downstairs neighbours have children too and one of their children can look after ours every so often. We shall miss the B's though.

Hope you find a new flat soon!