I've owned my current home for about 10 years. I lived in it on my own for a long time and then, when my daughter had my grandson and her relationship collapsed, she and grandson moved in with me.
Because I'm a professional, out for work at 7am, not home until evening, 7pm or later, I never realised what a tight community I live in. Daughter and grandson brought it home to me though. Most people on the street know my GS's name, say hello to him in passing and wave if they can see him in the front window.
Since we have been in lockdown (I have asthma), we have been inundated with offers of help. People will get our groceries if we need them to, the local chemist will deliver even non-prescription medicines and someone put a packet of paracetamol through our front door when my daughter was ill. We all clap at our doors at 8pm on Thursday and shout/chat to each other.
Although we're all locked in, the caring and friendliness of our community is heart warming. All ages, from elderly, to young families live here. From professionals to supermarket workers. My daughter is half Afro Caribbean and GS is half Chinese. NO prejudice at all. To paraphrase the words of Rita, in Educating Rita, 'Who'd've thought we'd have paradise in our street?'