A woman clapping during the lockdown in Spain. | Enric Fontcuberta - EFE
It’s fair to say that we got off on the wrong foot with our current neighbours. Without consultation, their gardener hacked our dividing hedge down from 20 foot to six foot, completely destroying our precious privacy in the process. Livid was the word. What utter jerks. Relations thawed when, having spotted I’d had major surgery, the female of the household brought round a placatory bunch of flowers. There followed a series of get-togethers and we gradually became BFF.