ISIS neighbours?

In the early 1970’s, as a student in Leeds I for a time rented a terraced house with my girlfriend.
I didn’t know the first thing about my next door neighbours. Didn’t have the foggiest.
As a teenager I’d lived with my parents, next door to Mr and Mrs Birkin for 18 years, so I assumed that these new neighbours would be law abiding  and friendly as the Birkin’s were.
And they were.
Most people are.
But a week ago today I was shaken to the core to learn that my son and his heavily pregnant partner were at a restaurant in London’s Borough Market, while in the next street ISIS thugs were stabbing innocent people enjoying a warm summer night out. 
These thugs, high on hate, lived in perfectly respectable streets in suburbia.
The question I pose is this. Do you ever know your neighbours?
The most astute man I ever met was a “bloody Italian”, my father in law, who taught me “Tra moglie e marito…non mettere il dito” (literally, between a husband and wife there is no room to put a finger). 
The relationship you have with your neighbour is much the same.
It’s unique, but if you detect a concern then it’s your duty to share it.  

I once lived within spitting distance of Dennis Nilsen’s flat in Cranley Gardens (Nilsen butchered many young people there, depositing their remains down the toilet). 
His neighbours didn’t know the evil that was going on next door.

Neighbours need to stay close, and if they see anything problematic, report it 

Published by Rob

Now 70, I'm getting back into website development and brand protection, as well as showcasing the delightful artistic talents of my beautiful wife Lynne. My projection will encompass a lifetime of database marketing, as well as the Christian democratic socialist ideals of my wife and I.

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