When I look out the kitchen window at the moment there are men next door building some kind of house that looks more like a giant outside toilet.
It’s such a small place to construct any kind of building. Perhaps the men are just building their own personal cubby house. That would be pretty cool. If they are building a cubby house I will be able to wave at them from my kitchen when they’re finished building. And maybe they’ll invite me over for lemonade and chocolate in their giant-loo-sized cubby house. Orsome.