I blame it on Lockdown. Like all addictions it happens gradually then you realise you are hooked. It was so easy to become a NOW, a nosey old woman!
I noticed that I was drifting towards the window more and more each day watching my neighbours. Taking note of the movement of their cars. Before Lockdown a young couple moved in across to the rented flat. The girl caught my eye with her ready skip as she made her way up the garden path to the door.
They looked bright young things in the first flush of love. And I sighed and took a proprietary interest in them. No, not nosey, mind you, just interested. Once restrictions relaxed on seeing them in the street we exchanged pleasantries and names,
Ten days ago I recognised the landlord’s car. ‘’Oh no”, I
thought that usually indicates tenants are moving out.
Two days later there was no sign of the bright young things car. And the curtains which were usually organised neatly were hanging limp. I said to my husband the NOM, the nosey old man, “I think that lovely young couple have gone”.
All day I kept glancing at the window to spot their car or an alteration of the curtains. Only to receive a disappointment.
Day three, four and five passed to no changes. No car etc.
Before serving dinner on the evening of day five I had another wee look out my window. Joy and relief flooded through me. They were back! The car was parked on the street and the curtains rearranged neatly as before. Maybe they had been on holiday I mused.
Hallelujah. I celebrated afterwards with a huge cream cake, and why not, Is every day not a birthday.