There’s a fence between us and our neighbours to the east. It’s weird.
The fence isn’t weird. It’s just that we’ve never had a fence the whole almost ten years we’ve lived here.
Our last neighbour had two kids my daughter’s age and they played and we never – either house – got around to building a fence. I think there were times both of us would have liked one (coffee outside in my bathrobe) but it never happened.
Our new neighbours have a dog and no doubt would like some privacy. I understand. So it went up a few weeks back.
My husband says it’s nice, really. I look out and am surprised every time.
Hey. There’s a fence.