Everybody needs good neighbours – and mine have always come through in an emergency | Hannah Jane Parkinson

Everybody needs good neighbours – and mine have always come through in an emergency | Hannah Jane Parkinson

The Guardian

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In a hotel, without toothpaste, I once knocked on the room next door and a couple handed me a glass with half of their tube squirted in

In 2017 I returned from a trip to Egypt – having posted a photo of myself in front of the Great Pyramid of Giza captioned, “One of the seven wonders of the world, and the Great Pyramid of Giza in the background” – only to receive a text from Harriet next door. The fence between our gardens had been damaged in a storm. It was winter and, frankly, if she hadn’t told me, I probably wouldn’t have noticed.

Last year, the fence long since repaired, Harriet and I – both living alone and the same age – spent those first weeks of lockdown chatting over the fence. The houses are on a slant; I had to put a chair on top of an outdoor table to get the height. Sometimes she’d launch a Club bar over to go with my cup of tea.

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