Last year, just before we sold our beloved Trinity Gardens house and moved to Melbourne, we had a visit from our Great (old) Southern-side-of-the-fence neighbours, Jude and Bob.
At 85 and 80 respectively, they had decided to sell up and move to a retirement village in the next suburb.
"We'll miss hearing your interesting singing," Bob told me.
"Er, no, that's Sapphire," I interrupted nervously. "She loves to sing along to her CDs or at the dog when she's home from school."
Bob laughed. "No Kath. We hear you, during the day, singing songs to Milly. You have quite the flair for adding her into all kinds of tunes, don't you? It's given Jude and I quite a bit of entertainment when we have our coffee in the courtyard, let me tell you."
I still blush just thinking about it.