Dark windows

I was sitting on Ian's homemade bench (picture coming shortly), reading and writing and taking polaroid pictures of things, and then I desired a cup of tea. As I rose, I looked up at the windows of the flat next door, and I saw a figure jump back from the window. This would be the new housemate of the Scottish PE teacher next door, who I haven't met yet. And for that reason, I found the experience of being spied on a little eery. (Also, how boring is it to look at someone reading? It's not like I was wearing a bikini - I'm in a dress and jeans combo!)