Posted by sean on April 11, 2014 at 10:14 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments

We have lots of nosey neighbours on our street. However, one house is exceptionally bad. The man who lives in the house stands at his window, bold as brass, throughout the day; staring at pedestrians who walk up and down the street. I suppose the fact I have noticed this makes me nosey myself.

Given the fact the couple who live in the house look of retirement age, both Claire and I were most puzzled that when we went to bed last night, to see that the nosey neighbours still had all the lights on in their house. They should have gone to bed themselves, with a mug of Horlicks and an Agatha Christie novel hours ago.

Claire got up in the night, shortly after midnight, only to discover the neighbours still had all their lights on. I needed the toilet some hours later, at some ungodly time. Our landing was illuminated, meaning that their lights were still on! Claire is a light sleeper, and as soon as I returned to bed, she got up again, only to notice our partying neighbours had ordered pizza! A pizza delivery in the middle of the night! I thought I left this the students and their loud, yobbish behaviour behind in Newbridge!

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