For eighteen years,
each evening when I glance out my kitchen window,
I see my elderly neighbour
at work through his window.
Suddenly, this week,
his drapes are drawn.
What nefariousness is this?
What hidden adventures is this World War 2 spy
up to now, that require such secrecy?
The neighbourhood has become far
more interesting with this mystery.
Drawn drapes mean dastardly deeds are afoot. 💖💖💖
One always loves a good mystery….
Hopefully, there is something he is hiding, and the hearse will not be making a stop at his home, anytime soon.
I am house sitting this week. I wonder what mysteries lie next door . . . not that I want to discover anything!
I hope he’s all right😳