It didn't used to be like this. 50 years ago, in most parts of the country, you not only knew your neighbours but there was a reasonable chance that they were pretty much like you. You were involved in common local activities and institutions. Religiously, you probably behaved, believed and belonged in the same way as everyone else.
Until I had my son Isaac, two, I didn't think any kids lived on our street. It was so quiet, the only time we saw our neighbours was when they got home from work or washed their car. But when I brought home my bundle of joy back in November 2008, half the street came out of the woodwork and admitted to having children under eight. So where were they?
The strategy behind this non-profit organisation not only avoids wasting our landfill sites with those 'was once useful' tools, but Streetbank.com has become so much more than that. People actually have a conversation. They smile. They have cups of tea; like the good old days, when neighbours would chat over their fences and watch out for your cat.