a stone's throw

so - we've found the place that we plan to move to in Cork. New landlord is ok with insane dog, (altho we didn't call her an insane dog when we asked about it) - to be honest we possibly seduced the new landlord a little unfairly with a big blue eyed smiley baby gooing at them, how could they resist?

The weird thing about the new place is that it's actually only a stone's throw from where I grew up - I mean literally... I could throw a stone from my front gate and hit my dad as he's mowing the lawn - not that I would... dad, if you're reading this, this is not a threat (and feel free to come over and mow our lawn when you're finished)

Anyway - it's weird, the thought of living so near my old home - I'd never been inside the house until earlier this week, but have most definitely sat on the front step of the porch - I have a memory of a transient friend who lived there - a little blonde girl who I played with mainly because she had a toy cashiers till that really seemed to work, with toy products to sell and everything... I have memories layered all round the estate - across the road was where I feel off the back of a toy tractor - and in my imagination somersaulted backwards down a steep hill whereas it's actually only a slight incline.

I have also been in the back garden, as to the left of it is the big wall that we used to use for tennis once a year after wimbledon - and whenever the ball went a little high - theirs was the back garden to be braved... I think the people who lived there at the time were ok about it - and I know insane dog will be more than ok about it if it still goes on, probly not, since today's kids are probly busy on their wiis etc

Anyways - am working now on the tin cans and string phones, it'll save a fortune in phone bills