Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (35) Love Thy Neighbour (Part 02)
He moved in to flat 43, Jubilee Court, on May the 1st and he loved the flat from moment one, despite its initial dinginess, it was on the top floor so it offered spectacular views of the town, the other advantage being that there was no noise from above and in addition there were two flats between him and the lifts and so he just had the one immediate neighbour.
The fourth floor flat, next door to John Whittaker, was occupied by the quietest neighbour he had ever known.
In fact he had been living there for three weeks before he even realised the flat next door was occupied and the only reason he discovered that it was, was because of an obnoxious delivery man, and he was at home a lot because he was a freelance AutoCAD designer and worked from home more often than not.
On Monday John had been out for a walk along the promenade as far as Hemmings Post Office and General Store where he stocked up on provisions, it wasn’t the nearest shop to Jubilee Court but as he was passing he thought why not.
He had just returned to Jubilee Court, or more precisely had just emerged from the lift on the fourth floor and discovered a sweaty heavily tattooed man arguing with a small red haired woman in her late 20s, separated by what appeared to be a brand new fridge freezer, which was so positioned that she had to peer around it to see her adversary.
“It says on the docket “doorstep delivery”” he said aggressively
“And this is the doorstep”
“But I can’t get it inside the flat on my own” she pointed out
“Doorstep delivery means Doorstep Delivery” he repeated
“Please” she begged
“Look sweetheart, you’re lucky I bought it this far” he snapped
“Now are you going to sign for it or not?”
“Do I have a choice?” she said snatching his PDA from his hand and scribbling a signature on the screen.
He then snatched it back and hurriedly turned away.
John had to quickly step aside to avoid being trampled underfoot by the sweaty geezer and his trolley.
But after the lift doors closed he asked
“Do you need a hand?”
“Pardon me?” she said
“Would you like a hand getting it inside?” he said nodding towards the fridge freezer.
“Oh” she exclaimed in surprise “yes that would be very kind, thank you”
He deposited his shopping on his own doorstep then went back to his neighbour and began manhandling the fridge freezer into her kitchen and then he helped her unpack it.
“I’m John by the way” he said “John Whitaker, I live next door”
“Faye Harry, I live here” she replied and laughed
When they had finished in the kitchen she put the kettle on while he disposed of all the packaging, it took him a couple of trips in the lift but when he returned Faye had made him a coffee and then they sat in her lounge to drink it.