Letters
Mar 20, 2020
3 minutes
THE PEOPLE NEXT DOOR
THE ’80s were the best years of our lives. We lived in Durban and had fantastic neighbours. On our left we had Margaret, who baked the most mouthwatering chicken tartlets. On the right we had Dawn who, on our first night in the house, sent her son, Guy, over with a plate of scrumptious eats.
Next to them we had Oom Koos, who’d come when summoned to remove green mambas from under my laundry basket.
I could list many
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