Tiffin Tale Returns
We had just started unpacking when there was a knock on the door. My husband opened it to find a man his age smiling at the door. "Hi, I am Alex, your next-door neighbour," he said with warmth in his voice. Our house was scattered all over with unopened cardboard boxes. Still, my husband asked him to come inside, and he did. He offered us help and was kind enough to unpack a few boxes along with us. We were having tea when we started discussing what we do. He said he taught at a nearby college and lives with his wife, who has left for work. We had sweet pleasantries for some time. Then he left, and we went about our remaining unpacking. The next few days were a whirlwind as we unpacked and set up the new house. We somehow managed to prepare the meals, but we had no time to do anything else. When we had finished arranging and setting up everything, it was my husband's time to join his work. We hardly had time to explore the locality as planned, and we missed the opportunit...