I have lived alongside my neighbours since December 1980.
Alas, despite multiple visits every day from their large extended family, they can no longer care for themselves and moved to assisted living earlier this year.
All is not lost though. One of their granddaughters, who I've seen only infrequently since she was a small child, has moved in so the house doesn't lay empty.
So last night, I lit the wood oven, and turned out a batch of pizzas.
Sarah came over, and helped us eat some.
My wife sees her more than I do, because she shops where my wife works.
So a great evening was had by all, eating wood fire pizza, filling in lots of gaps, gossiping about all and sundry, and having a laugh.