Our next-door neighbours are a wonderful family with two cute little boys that squeeze, pre-suburbanization-style into an apartment the same size as ours, even though the dad works from home like Z. We would probably be closer friends, except that Z and I have more pets than the building allows, and this makes us solitary and paranoid.

Their second little toddler completes their family, so they keep offering us their old baby stuff. Sometimes we can pass it on to friends expecting new babies, but we are actually running out of first-time parents among our friends group. Today we came home from helping some friends move, and there was a stroller outside our door with a note on it from the neighbours. Of course, living in tight quarters, there’s no hanging onto stuff just in case. We declined and lovingly returned the stroller to the spot in front of their own door. They’re killing me!