Oooh my gawd I have to whinge.

I'm a gremlin with an untidy place, sue me I bought a fixer upper and then got spinal arthritis significantly affecting my ability to fix'erup. Anyway, I earn my good will by scurring around and delivering bread/booze/mushrooms/preserves I make/forage so I'm still in some of the neighbourhood goss.

Next door to me is social housing (gov subsidised housing for people). Honestly zero complaint. All families have been a bit insular but lovely people. This is... not the neighbourhood conclusion. So this new fam moves in right? Absolutely charming people. A woman caring for her ill sister and fostering 2 kids. A literal saint of a person: a gentle mother and caring sister.

But the house is small because the government is shit and teens need privacy. So they've got an old busted caravan on the front yard for one of them.

Neighbour was trying to recruit me to bitching about the caravan and she's like "Oh it's suck a shame isn't it?" kinda leading questions. When I answered "Oh I know, I mean it's really terrible people live like that. Why can't the government properly fund social housing? Forcing people to bring caravans around just so their teens can get some space." the whiplash was palpable. Very funny as she blustered about trying to pretend that's where she was going the whole time.

Moral of the story: Suburbia fucks up people's brains. I'm probably destined to become a boomer, I can only hope the forest next door keeps me on straight and narrow with my priorities.