There is a fine line between community spirit and busybodying. I think I may have crossed it this morning. When I spotted a car with its lights on. Which belongs to the family across the road. I'd better tell them, I thought. And went to ring on the bell. At which point the man of the house emerged. From the car... I wasn't wearing my specs. And he is as grey as the Audi's sleek exterior. So I hadn't seen him. Purple with embarrassment I started to burble. He held up a hand to silence me, pointing to a headset. Into which, I now saw, he was mumbling urgently. I turned to leave. He motioned me to stay. Clearly anticipating an emergency. Finally he said, "I'm so sorry. It's a busy dealing day. We're selling madly. What's the matter?" "You've left your lights on," I said. Embarrassed? No shit, Sherlock. It made me wonder about the aforesaid line. This past week I've been a bit of a local heroine. After my complaints about incontinence pants were aired in the local rag. On the other hand, half the street's avoiding me. In case I decide to air their personal problems too. I think it's an age issue. The line, I mean. When you're young and you care about your community, you're a good neighbour. When you're middle-aged, the same actions mark you as a busybody. When you're old, you're perceived to be a nimby. It's a hard call. I shall think twice in future, before making helpful advances...