Over the weekend we were sitting quietly unusually having a relaxing liquid refreshment, when there was a knock at the back door.
Muttering disapprovingly, I struggled off the sofa and shuffled towards the back door. Of course it was locked and the key was nowhere to be seen.
After more cursing under my breath, I found the key and unceremoniously unlocked the door.
There stood Toby, our next door neighbours' youngest.
"I'm sorry to disturb you" Toby said a little sheepishly "but have you seen my basketball. It bounced into your garden and I was wondering if you would mind if I looked for it".
I confessed I hadn't but suggested that we looked for it together.
We found it shortly afterwards, hardly surprising really as our back garden doesn't take up much of Ross-shire.
Toby was delighted, thanked me profusely and apologised for disturbing me.
I like our neighbours - they are such nice people.