Not Very Mysterious Lane

Neighbours are funny people, they can help and annoy at the same time. I have two elderly neighbours, one Italian and one Hungarian, who dislike each other and like talking to me. Both of them have very productive vegetable gardens. This is the time of the year to start the garden and since I started working out in mine, they both talk to me, separately, telling me what I am doing wrong. Their experiences are very useful but, with them talking to me for an hour at a time, I end up getting very little done. Although it is entertaining (they slyly slip in little complaints and expression of distain for each other) and educational (about digging dirt and growing things), I end up with no time to do the things they say I should have done last week. The reason I like my neighbourhood is its neighbourliness and its mix of different immigrants. It can be a bit of a soap opera though, particularly when the weather is good and people are out. Men usually complain about women gossiping and meddling in other’s business, when I look around, I found my male neighbours are meddling in my business much more than female neighbours. The meddling is welcome sometimes and annoying others for sure, but it is still good to have neighbours like these; even though it makes me feel like living in a sitcom sometimes.