In our first house, people we knew who lived nearby told us our neighbours had made the previous owners' lives hell. We were on the defensive, naturally, when the old boy stood at his door watching, first, our keyboards and drums coming off the van, and then our motorbikes being wheeled in. But it turned out he and his wife used to play in dance bands and he used to work at the Triumph factory. They turned out to be a fantastic old couple to live next to.
When we moved, it was into my parents' old place and the bloke next door was a right misery - used to tell the kids off for playing football on the green opposite, and reported me for calling the cat in late at night!!!
Our current neighbours are just the best. He's a fellow biker with a heart of gold. They've lent us their car, lent us money, fixed motorbikes and cars for us. He and my bloke have been on bike rallies together. We look after their pets when they go away, they look after our house when we go away.
The people on the other side, we don't have an awful lot to do with, but we're on friendly terms. Same with the other people in our little cul-de-sac (which isn't, really. It's just a road that doesn't go anywhere). We have a couple of Somali brothers across the way, who get into all sorts of scrapes and keep us entertained, an elderly couple who've always got time for a natter, and a Sikh couple who run the pub down the road, so there's always a welcome there for us.
I'd love never to have to move, but sometimes it seems too good to last.