I'm very lucky with my neighbours. They're nice people. They're quiet. And we all have a chat in the stairwell every so often. Easy neighbours. Helpful neighbours. We don't live in each other's pockets, but it's good that we are friendly enough to say hi.
Tonight, I ran into Ross, who lives downstairs.
He's a long, stringy country boy from rural Queensland. He's in the process of changing careers, as being a mechanic wasn't working for him anymore. He's currently got a warehouse job at a high-end French bakery down the road. Lucky bloke.
Being from rural Queensland, there's no flies on Ross. He's lovely, and willing to learn. He admits that his tastes aren't refined, but he's open minded. I love this about him.
We had a chat about tea. He spent the day sorting out a bulk order of French tea.
"I thought there was two types of tea - English Breakfast and Earl Grey," he told me.
"Nah, there are lots more to see and try. Doesn't matter if you don't like them all, but if you're willing to try, then good for you."
"Yeah," he said, "It's like the macaroons..."
"You mean macarons - macaroons are made of coconut but your nana. Macron is the French President. Macarons are the things your bakers make."
"It's so hard, this French stuff."
"You'll learn. If you want a hand, I can give you some tips."
We then got onto the subject of dinner. He was heading out to the supermarket.
"I've got bogan nachos for dinner tonight."
"Bogan nachos?"
"Easy dinner, because I'm wiped. You get a packet of Doritos, tip a can of baked beans over then, and some grated cheese. Chuck them in the oven for ten minutes, and voila!"
"But isn't that how everybody makes nachos?" he asked. "By the way, Doritos - corn chip of champions."
"Absolutely agree."
I must say that bogan nachos are the bomb.
Sometimes I love being Australian.
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