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Late last week one neighbour offered me zucchini. Just a nice neighbourly thing, right? Except that the veggies were upsetting her because she'd been feeding her grandchild a zucchini fritter and then realised that said kiddie was having an anaphylactic reaction. Adrenaline in the home from an ambo, and antihistamines and follow-up in the local hospital occurred. 'They were enjoying it, too', my poor neighbour mourned. The fritter, not the medical excitements.

And then today, after a very light nap and the expectation that I'd soon rise to tackle my kitchen, hoorah! I heard one hell of a bang. My other neighbour's car had been parked on the road. Had been. It was now parked on the footpath and thoroughly munted because some dozy daydreamer had strayed out of their lane and collided good and proper. Rumour, aka my son who I sent over with a yard broom to help clean the mess, stated that dozy daydreamer's car was also probably a write-off and that dozy daydreamer apparently wasn't insured. My neighbour was safe inside but pretty angry as you might imagine.

Events do not go in threes, correct? ;-) And the kitchen did get tackled.