When we lived in the salubrious and leafy eastern suburbs of Melbourne on the Alamein railway line, our neighbours were ever so middle class. A few doors down the Italian couple grew vegetables in the back yard and tried to sell them to neighbours at exorbitant prices. Their neighbours were all of Anglo stock, and so never complained, just did not go back.
Apparently our dog Wee Jessie, a Westie, barked non stop in the back yard when we were away. We did not know but eventually we asked our neighbour why their son was throwing sand over the fence. 'At your Wee Jessie to stop her barking', was the reply. I think this was when were leaving after being there for a couple of years. Too late to mention her barking now. They were a nice enough couple, but the two sons both had quite a number of medical issues. The kids would be in their thirties now. The neighbours names were Geoff and Janet. I called them Brad and Janet. Three points to you if you get that, and they well suited the roles.
On the other side of was a another married middle class couple. He was quite normal and their daughter worked at the Red Back Brewery in North Melbourne. I wonder if that is still there. Their dog occasionally appeared in our yard and we returned him. He would dig under the fence. He was big and boisterous. I suppose I had met her, but one day I returned the dog. Lee answered the door with glasses perched on her nose and a book in one hand and a cigarette in the other, difficult to open a door like that I think, and just said thanks when I steered their dog inside and shut the door on me. Ken, her husband apologised about the dog later.
Behind us lived an old man, severely stooped over, almost a hunch back. We would often see him on his way to and from the local Ashburton shops, shopping jeep in tow. He was quite old and obviously self sufficient. About once a month he must have bought a bottle of spirits and got horribly drunk. These were large blocks of land and his house was decent way from ours, but we could hear him yelling and ranting to himself. Our neighbours told us not to worry about him, but oh, the noise was horrendous. What was in his mind? I seem to recall some of his yelling was about his late wife but his words mostly made no sense.
Yep, that's it. Just a memory.