
I was too busy telling Arnold how handsome he is to take a picture, but stick a pair of shades on this one and you get the idea…
I live in a street of terraced houses on both sides. The residents are a mixture of home-owners and renters, mainly comprising of young families, professionals and retirees. Generally (aside from my next-door neighbours who appear to be in training to become the next big DJ’s) it’s pretty quiet. We say hello, put the bins out for each other, take in each other’s packages, but aside from that we all pretty much keep ourselves to ourselves.
Today, The Bloke and I heard shouting outside. A man was pacing back and forth and banging on the doors and windows in front of a house across the road, getting more and more agitated when nobody would let him in and eventually he lost his temper. He kicked down a piece of the front wall down and launched it at the door with such force that it flew open, and then he ran away.
By this point, neighbours from all over the street had gone outside to see if the lady in the house was ok, including The Bloke, and I rang the police. Thankfully, she was unhurt, although visibly shaken and upset. The man was a troubled relative unfortunately. After everything had calmed down everyone went back to their own homes and despite feeling sorry for what our neighbour had been through that day it was so lovely that so many people came out to help and check on her welfare – the media shares so many horror stories every day that it was a great reminder of the good that exists every day.
A little while later, one of the neighbours knocked on our door to find out some details from the police report as they were going to ring them again. We invited her in and she immediately was greeted by our cat, who automatically assumes that any human presence in the house is fair game for a cuddle. She obliged willingly, and we talked about the numerous rescue animals that she owns, including a tortoise named Arnold. I said that I was particularly interested in meeting Arnold – I’ve never had to opportunity to meet a tortoise before.
Later that afternoon there was another knock at the door. I was greeted by Arnold, a rather handsome looking tortoise sitting quite casually in a fetching pink cart with wheels – he had just been on a little adventure to the park. I picked him up, tickled him under his chin (his favourite apparently) and we had a conversation about how pretty he is. Judging from his expression, he knew it too – Arnold is a tortoise with confidence.
Unfortunately, Arnold has a problem. He’s a drug addict – he was rescued from a house where marijuana was used constantly – and so he’s had to spend a little while on a detox, bless him. However, he’s doing well, and judging from his swagger and his stylish ride (I mean, who could resist a pink cart?) I’m sure he will have no problem with making lots of friends in the future.
Not something I expected to be writing today, but awesome all the same…
I’m glad the woman was OK in the house, that fella needs some help apparently. It’s great that so many neighbours were checking in on here. People are good. I’ve wondered before about how popular Marijuana is in the UK. Nevada, my adopted state, legalised it in 2017.
It’s not legal here, but there’s a generally blasé attitude towards it by many… people walk down the street openly smoking it here, but they wouldn’t if there were any police officers around
I wanna meet Arnold too! 😎🐢
He’s a total dude haha!
🙂
We are looking after two tortoises twice next year. Slightly different from the usual dog, cat, and donkey! Great that everyone pulled together when support was needed!
Oh wow! Have you looked after them before?
No, though we have been told by the homeowners that they are easy to care for. Watch this space 🙂
Ooh I’m looking forward to reading about them!
I’ve heard of the hare and the tortoise but it wasn’t as wheely great as this story!
Haha! Thanks! I need a mini drum kit to finish off your sentence…
What an awesome story. So glad the neighbours showed concern; I think that can be rare nowadays. The tortoise sounds cool. My friends adopted a rescue kitten who’d been in a house with heroin addicts, so I think she had to spend some time in detox too. Poor things, but animals are so resilient.
Oh bless it, poor little thing. They do get up and carry on though usually which is good…
What a story!
Haha! It wasn’t the one I expected to be writing about when I woke up that morning…
Yes indeed, but life took over!
I feel like this post has taken me on a rollercoaster ride, with drama, community spirit and then cute animals to finish off with! Have you thought about writing a soap opera? 😉
Hahaha! God no – I was forced to watch soaps for years and I hate them haha!
You are truly wonderful neighbors, there when you’re needed.
Absolutely! It makes me feel much safer to know how they react in times of trouble
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