The Street Where We Live

Here is another far away picture of our house. This one without Vicki in it. It's one of the ones with a hedge in front of it. The other day the doorbell rang. It was our neighbor. She didn't even have to leave her doorway to lean around and talk to us. She just wanted to let us know that the man trimming her hedge was going to trim our hedge too. Somehow she managed to convey it as a simple statement of fact. I have no idea if she paid for the guy to do it. If it was some deal concocted with our landlady or if our hedge just offended the sensibilities of the hedge trimmer guy. It didn't sound like she was asking us if he should. It didn't sound like she was telling us about a favour she was doing. It was just a plain statement. Not unlike a stranger telling you that you have toilet paper stuck to your shoe.