Usually you can see the person you are talking to. Unless you are on a landline, are blind or have your eyes shut due to an alcohol-induced migraine (but you want to hear who you did last night).
This morning I had an unusual experience. I was standing in CupCake's room, making all sorts of baby noises so that she does not fail to learn goo and gah. Unusually, the fence next door is approximately three feet in height, built on the cheap. Or for pervs. This makes walking around in the nude an impossibility, or at the very least, an offence.
When I hear a cry, before I rush to the baby, I always grab my boobs to make sure I have a top on. (I don't want a recurrence of the topless rubbish disposal incident of 2011).
But as per usual, I digress.
So I heard my neighbour ambling along the corridor alongside her home (I can just see her over the 'fence' as she is 5 feet nothing. She could stand in for Kylie Minogue as a stunt double). It's clear that she has heard me as her head turns like a Magpie in nesting season. I call out 'Hello!' We then proceed to have an entire conversation based around the benefits of chamomile. This conversation is bi-lingual and involves old wives' remedies. As she was in the sun and I was in the shade, I could see her, but I doubt she could see me.
This lack of privacy reminded me of living overseas, and being in very close quarters to neighbours.
Victoria Sponge, making the uncommon usual.
Victoria Sponge, now wearing pants at night time!
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