How Things Have Changed.

Exactly, no atmosphere

 

I live in Gillingham, Kent. You couldn't live or work in a worse cess pit. Drugs are rife and of course theft which goes hand in hand. We are, literally, swamped with Roma, who steal everything and hold up charity shops with guns and steal our pretty ceramic pots filled with flowers to sell at the boot fair and a huge amount of dog snatching in their vans. BUT. in our street, from numbers 2 to 26 we all know each other, take in parcels, look after each other's houses and pets, I have had numerous incidences of help when Phil has fallen etc and when any incidents take place at pub kicking out time, fights, car trashing etc everybody comes out so you're not on your own. We are very rarely in each other's houses or talk about each other's business but we know each other is there if we need anything. I'm very happy with my little gang!

 

Oh no, I know how this is, I used to come out in the morning only to find pieces of my car had been taken, was a waste of time putting any ornaments in the front garden, they soon disappeared. They set up 'home' on a grass verge near to where we lived, they were eventually moved on but what they left behind is too disgusting to repeat.

 

I am sorry to hear that Val, I do sympathise with you. We have many different nationalities here in Medway, largely living together, I wouldn't say "in harmony" but there's not usually any major hassle. But these folks are a whole world apart. They walk round the streets tearing open our bin bags on a Tuesday evening, spilling out rubbish into the street, however, I have managed to put a stop to that - I have a lot of clearing up to do after Baldrick in the garden (and he's 7 stone!) so I make sure it's at the front of the bin bags! Unbelievably, a couple of my neighbours have actually knocked to ask if there is any spare for their bags Of course, as you can imagine, there is a never ending supply, so nobody goes home empty handed X X X

 

Oh this is BRILLIANT!!!

 

Hi jiffy. My Grandmother used to say, 'You know son there are two families in this world.
The Mc Gees and the Mc Tacks.' . English= The Givers and the Takers '.and there are more ,
Mc Tacks than Mc Gees in this world.' .

 

I think there is probably more sense of community in the countryside than in the towns. I live in London and, to some extent, it makes sense to safeguard your privacy when space is tight.

Indeed, I lived in a house, divided into 8 bedsits. There was not much chit chat/socialising amongst the 8 tenants, i.e. they mostly kept to themselves.

I now live in an avenue - part private houses, part council places. Haven't noticed much neighbourliness here either, although there is a neighbourhood watch (not noticeably active though). I don't really mind since I am a semi recluse by choice.

 

In my ,what used to be a village but now feels like a small town everyone used to know everyone,it had a real sense of community,it was the old timers that kept everyone in check,smashing folk they were but sadly all gone now.Growing up you could never get into mischief because there was always someone who knew your Mother and Father and would tell.Now there is just the odd recognisable face that stop for a chat the majority of folk want to remain strangers.There are 5 houses in our cul-de-sac and we get along fine.I have my gripes with Mr Nasty but we know where we stand with each other and one neighbour are a smashing couple,if ever I need to know what time I went out or come back in she can tell me to the nearest second,I pull her leg about it something rotten...Lovely folk though with hearts of gold