TRUE-LIFE
I was basking in my deckchair when my neighbour, Sarah, then 55, popped her head over the fence.
‘Hello,’ I smiled. ‘Isn’t it a beautiful day!’
It was May 2020, and COVID-19 lockdown rules were being relaxed.
And as we chatted, a bloke with black hair and brown eyes wandered by.
‘Hello, I’m Meynard,’ he said with a smile. ‘I live on the next street.’
‘I’m Juanita, and this is Sarah,’ I replied.
After some chit chat, Meynard went on his way.
But he was back the next day, chatting to me as I relaxed in my garden.
‘I’m retired,’ I told Meynard, filling him in about my struggle with back pain and type 2 diabetes.
‘I didn’t leave the house much, even
