Today our neighbours are moving. Well, I say they are our neighbours, but actually there is a house between us, so they are the next to next door neighbours really. However, no matter where they live, or what kind of next to next door neighbour they are, they are moving home today.
I was going to write a blog post about how lovely the family is, how much we are going to miss them and how much I hope that they enjoy their new start in life. I was going to write about how kind the two sons of the family are, how brilliant they have been with Big Boy and Top Ender, but I decided not to. Why? Well, because if I did I might start to cry. And if I cried writing it then when Neighbour Mum read it she'd cry and I don't want Neighbour Mum to cry because I like her.
So, I'm not going to say how kind they are as a family.
I'm not going to say how much I'm going to miss them.
I'm not going to say how sad Big Boy is that his best friend (their youngest son) is moving away.
I'm not going to say that I'm going to miss walking home with them after School.
I'm not going to say how I'll miss chasing my neighbours rainbow.
I'm not going to say how I'm going to miss having our silly little chats.
I'm not going to say how I'm going to miss standing outside our houses chatting after School.
I'm not going to say any of these things.
Instead I'm going to wish them the very best of luck in their new home.
I wish them plenty of family fun together.
I wish them love and happiness.
I wish them friendship.
And I wish that they find that their new neighbours are as loving and as kind as the ones that we're losing.