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People across the street: good earnest folk, dude is ex-Navy, wife is too highly strung, we get on well.
People to the right: nice introductions, the woman broke down in tears at us on the day we moved in because she was losing her best neighbor. She got divorced months after I did and I became less anti-social and we are now more friendly. No not in that way.
People to the left: pretty much keep to themselves, professional family, but they appear not to outright dislike me. They didn't know for six months when Bean died and I think it would take about that long for them to realize if I died, as long as someone cut the grass.
People behind: woman seems half-decent, first time I went to introduce myself to the guy he gave a gruff grunt and turned away. I suspect they don't like it that my dog can poo wherever in the back yard and I don't clean it up. Hey, the poos are tiny, and I don't let her in their yard...
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