Baby it's cold outside.

Visiting old neighbours I find myself loitering in the bitter northern cold watching Harley and his friend run around the close playing army. It amazes me that this kind of evening torture was pretty much par for the course when living here. We spent years 'loitering' kids all playing together, grown ups talking, drinking, relaxing. A proper community on our street, street parties, help with the kids, someone to gossip too, someone to whinge too, someone to rely on. When I went into labour with Maggie, the girls all turned up within 2mins of my text, one made tea, one timed
Contractions the other updated him in doors on progress as he rushed back from London.
Good times!!