Cookie exchange

[sabotabby]

Proof that my neighbourhood is the most adorbs:

Doorbell rings. It's my next door neighbour—the one I don't see very often. With a tin of cookies for me. Of course, I was planning on dropping by in a few days with a tin of cookies for her and her husband. So I saved a trip next door! (And since they're not often home and may well be going away, it worked out well that I could give them to her now.) We both found it pretty funny, especially because we'd both baked ginger cookies.

I am predicting that I will end up with roughly the same amount of cookies that I made owing to everyone being on a baking spree lately.

Comments

[pofflewomp.livejournal.com]

Good Lord. I really cannot imagine that happening in London. It must happen, I suppose, but it certainly isn't something I have ever experienced in a lifetime here!

[sabotabby]

It certainly has never happened in any neighbourhood where I've lived in Toronto. There is something adorably weird about this neighbourhood, though. (Well, I think it's a matter of relatively low housing prices and very cheap rent, which means a lot of families move here. But because it's near a subway, they're very urban-minded families and want to get to know their neighbours.)