Was out on my balcony looking around at my neighbors while pretending to be birdwatching with the binoculars. There are three trees in the courtyard and I've been rather stubborn about insisting that birds do find the trees and do nest in them. That my binoculars are not trained on the trees but the other glass doors in my "U" shaped building is merely a testament to my poor aim.
Johnson, I will call him so because he is an exhibitionist who wanders about with his Johnson free, has given me a few pelvic waves. The man has a pendulum, I swear it. Not for the faint of heart, that man. There's another woman, elderly, who sits in a large cushioned chair and watches television every time I've looked at her. I wonder does she get up to go to bed or does she sleep where she is?
Note to self: "Mia, locate more powerful binoculars and send Johnson a cat to bat at his dangly bits."