SOMETIMES neighbours can be annoying. Conversely, they can be a delight; friendly and helpful. Sometimes, however, they are bizarre.
I had some interesting neighbours in 1971. They were the Biami family and they lived in a great big McMansion-style longhouse.
They didn’t get drunk or play loud music; neither did they have yappy dogs carrying on at unseemly times.
It was the relatives who were the problem, in particular their dead relatives. To be precise, it was the dead relatives in that transitory phase between this world and the next.