On our 25-minute walk to and from the city, we’ve taken to some households:
There is one that I see someone in the family room every time I glance in (it’s from the sidewalk some 30 yards away and is not as creepy as this sounds—anyway, they keep their curtains open and their lights on). Oftentimes they’re watching television and I get a taste of British programming. Neat!
Another house has an idyllic little kitchen. Cute color schemes, a teapot, hand towels--it’s precious. The members of my flat are getting to know the occupants fairly well, though the occupants don’t realize this and certainly don’t know us…
It’s fun.
And not creepy.
And we certainly should not be indicted for anything.
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