I miss the Gay Guys.

I miss watching them in the garden with their kids, living life outdoors in the summer. The sounds of the kids playing in the garden. I miss watching what they did to the house at the back of me, from the powder grey front door, the neat, small box hedges and the precise well tended window boxes. I even miss the topless male calendar I could see in their kitchen.

I wish I'd taken the time to get to know them and maybe learn from them a little of their style and interests. Intead, a year on I have been trying to reclaim a corner of my garden and watching the tadpoles diving in and out of the duckweed on the pond. I've found the tiles by the back gate and killed off all the weeds down the path to Martins.

This afternoon I went out with Karen for a drink at the old mill. Sitting in the sun and catching up on news. Listening to how each of us is coping with life and moving on as best we can. Now that she has a baby sitter we can plan a few trips out now.