It's time to toast the neighbours. I've had my share of good ones, even knowing some who tossed over their car keys for me to use their wheels while they headed off travelling, or made up a spare room for my visiting whānau. There are some generous people out there!
It's time to recognise - beyond family and close friends - how many times the folks next door, who we probably wouldn't otherwise know, have helped us rein in the spending.
And we might as well give ourselves a pat on the back too, since we've probably returned the favours. Hopefully. It's just as well no one's keeping score - that would defeat the spirit of it - but it's always good when you can keep the ebb and flow of neighbourly goodwill pretty constant. Everyone benefits.
Have you seen the cost of a cattery lately? Twenty-eight dollars a night. Ouch. Back in the day you'd just let the neighbours know that moggie needed checking on. Many a time have I fed a cat next door without even thinking about it.
Lately I've been able to spend heaps less on tools thanks to my neighbourhood friends. From jigsaws to post-hole spades, if you have to shell out to buy or rent every time, it will easily burn holes in your budget as you're trying to build something.