So, the other day, I had two men (not attractive, for those who want to know) in my garden all morning, replacing the door and door-frame of my shed.
This morning, a rather unattractive guy rang the doorbell, summoning me to open the windows, because they were going to paint them. Scaffolding is now standing in my front garden.
And there I am, winding down on I2, with a cup of coffee, looking at some Eris pics. And, my fence-door swings open, I look around. A handsome guy with a ladder barging in in my back-garden.
Aaaaaarrrrrrccccchhhhh. I want some sense of privacy.
He's gone now btw. Was only here for about 5 minutes, but still.