I'd never thought I'd miss my neighbours so much - the alcoholic drug dealer and her shouting and her teenage mother for a daughter, or the lovely but weird couple and their 5 noisy boys and their chain smoking, and certainly not the ex prostitute who was an ardent UKIP supporter (why, I have no idea, as she was disabled and her history, well...). ( Read more... )

You have probably, dear friends and journal, gathered by now I wished I could live in the counrtyside of Oxfordshire proper or in Oxford City. Drug dealers and tarts and Jeremy Kyle rejects in the neighbourhood is one thing - or more kinldy, surrounded by Jacqueline Wilson single parent families to our Cathy Cassidy one - but 11 police cars and ( Read more... )