...home!

....I live in Dutchland. I live in an apartment in a fairly (or unfairly) well to do neighbourhood. I'm not trying to say that those more well to-do or less so are any more or less inclined to a morning greeting. No sir, or madam. I generally keep myself to myself.
When I was a kid in Reading, in the late 70's/early 80's there was a Polish family living across the road. I probably shouldn't remember much about this/them, but I do. The kids were called Robert and Richard, they were a bit wayward, I don't (nor want or need to) remember their family name (Storey?!), and they had a dark red Vauxhall Viva. I thought this car was awesome. Anyway...that's a billion miles from my point! I keep myself to myself...I don't hide, I just don't talk particularly much to the neighbours.
Just after seeing a scantily clad in-line skater, I was bidden "Good morning!" by a Derge'n! In Inglese! Don't get me wrong, most Derge'ns are talented Inglese speakers, but how did he know?
Maybe he's an Hinglish!

Douglas Adams had a story about biscuits. This story is nothing like that at all.

I would personally just like for that Derge'n to have a great day at woik. Thanks Derge'n!

I bade him a cheery g'morrow too...lucky devil!
Jord o' flaprs