Apart from a couple of youngsters (mid 50's) who've managed to sneak in, Trish is the youngest person in the twelve houses at our end of the street and we all keep an eye out for each other. Last year for instance we all started out clearing our own drives and four hours later we'd done our drives, the road and the pavement from the main road across the frontage of our houses, couple of the ladies disappeared for a while and reappeared bearing hot bacon cobs and coffee, and Trish fetched out a bottle of whisk(e)y to spice up the coffee and we had a bit of a street party. We weren't to popular with the kids at the top of the hill however as their sledge run suddenly ran out of snow half way down.