And put up with him. And let him pester you during the day to fix his computer. And help him move in three MASSIVE (bloody-well heavy, mate) rainwater tanks. And let him borrow any tools he needs. And keep an eye on his place when they are out of town.
Is it because I am a nice (don't swoon ladies, I'm human) guy?
Well, actually, I AM a nice guy (ok, you can swoon now).
Why do I like my neighbor Frank?
He's one of those "salt of the earth" blokes. A country bloke. Tells it like it is. Loudly. Very loudly. But that's not why I like him.
Why do I "love my neighbor"?
Cus of where he (and his family) go during the school holidays. See, his wife --Mary, very nice lady-- is a school teacher and they are all from rural Vic just across the border.
His son, Jess --plays a damned good piano for a 13 year old, helps him out on the property over in Vic when they all head back.
What sort of property is it, you may ask?
He has vines.
As in vineyards.
Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of vines.
I do believe the grapes he grows are all contracted out to a local winery over there.
He brings The Most Awesomely Tasting Grapes back over here this time of year! And he has a permit so there's no quarantine!
Just look at the haul he dropped off yesterday:
Yes, BIL has really fuzzy arms.
These are the most succulent, firm, flavourful, tender grapes I've ever had. Heck, I even make sure I don't wash the 'stash or beard after eating Frank's grapes so that I can suck the juice outta my facial hair at 3 am! Yes, they are that good.
Doesn't that paint a pretty picture? Yes, I thought so.
And for putting up with me babblings, how's abouts some pictures?
Oi mate! Are you eating that piece of bread?
Damn I hate going to the bistro right when the kids get outta school!
Don't turn around mate! That bipedal pervert with the camera is watching us again and we don't want to encourage him.
Hey look! They actually DO move: