The ageing neighbour was in full flight.
The two younger men from the street stood patiently listening. They were used to him getting really wound up about things. They also knew that he suffered from short term memory loss.
The old man was shaking his head. “As for him… He’s a criminal, pure and simple,” he said. “These local politicians, they’re all the same, they’re out for themselves, no one else, just themselves. They’ll rob you blind if you let them!”
He looked around and lowered his voice.
“That what’s-his-name, you know, the guy with the big moustache, he’s been giving all the best contracts to his cousin. Between them they must be making millions. I tell you, these people have no conscious. Why, only last week the guy in the post office was telling me that the mayor had the road that goes past his place upgraded. Bloody thing doesn’t really go anywhere!” He winked. “Accept to his house, of course.”
At this point the old man waved at a passing car.
The two men glanced at each other.
He turned back to his audience. “Ah! Yes, well…” He looked troubled. “Sorry, I can’t remember what I was saying!”
One of the men looked over the old man’s shoulder, nodded and said, “You were telling us about your garden.”
