I was walking home from the beach with Blue this morning when I bumped into a woman who lives on my street. She was pushing her infant daughter in the stroller and I stopped to chat and admire the adorable baby. Since this neighbour of mine had her baby we have enjoyed a lovely "meeting in the street" relationship. However, prior to the birth, my neighbour had rarely even smiled at me from a distance. Of course, this fact could have been understood in any number of different ways, but this was the reason I came up with (more than two year ago!):
This woman had an old car which she parked on the street and never used. After a few months the rego expired and someone must have reported it to the Council/police because it soon had a sticker on it asking the owner to either remove the car or have it registered. The next day, the woman put a huge handwritten note on the car saying "To the neighbour who finds my car so offensive, get stuffed" (well...that was the general idea). I had decided that she probably thought that I was that person who had alerted the authorities, and even though I wasn't, I still felt incredibly bad every time she didn't smile at me.
Back to this morning. Even though we now have a lovely neighbourly relationship, as I walked away I still worried that she still thought it had been me who had called in her car. Which is clearly INSANE. But you were all so beautifully warm and generous and understanding in your commentboxes for my last post, so I just know that you will UNDERSTAND the insanity.
That felt very cleansing I must say.