Alhamdulilah all our neighbours are so nice. We live in a very 'English' area and all the people in our village are ex-Army General type people, who are very set in their ways but have been so friendly and welcoming to us. I even call some of them aunty and uncle and they are goray but it has never bothered me.
One of our neighbours used to take my brothers to cricket club. They all rallied round when my father was in hospital and helped my mum so much. Another neighbour helped fix my mum's car and another helped mum do the gardening. I could go on.
Oh and they are so friendly with my dad that whenever I go home, they all come round to say hello to me.
I never realised how much they truely did.
Good things happen to good people. :)