Across the street

Something fairly new to me with the new neighbourhood is the ability to become a fully fledged voyeur by just looking out of your window at the neighbour across the street. I know that Tel Aviv is, er, paradise for sardines, but this is the first time I've come across this...we can see right into this guy's place, pretty much all day, every day. Aaah, if only he was a Miri clone...

What with the large windows in this neck of the 'hood, I know what time he wakes up, how many beers are left in the fridge, and that he cleans the house way too regularly. I thought I knew (or make that, we thought, coz the missus was adamant - perhaps it's his meticulous cleaning habits...) that he batted for the other side, but after this weekend, his preferences seem to have swung rather more conservatively. Though maybe he was just temporarily swinging it.

And being full time voyeurs leads to some very surreal moments - last week I was taking junior to the park around the corner when we suddenly found ourselves face to face with the neighbour, out walking his dog. Though we've never spoken, there was a male grunting of acknowledgment before junior pounced and gave his dog a kiss on the nose. Kids, eh? Born ice breakers...

Of course, this voyeuristic approach has a down side - we can obviously be seen too. I keep telling mrs anglosaxy not to prance around in her leather catsuit and to hide the whip for Christ's sake, but to no avail...I have a feeling she's become an Internet star somewhere out there but for all my trawling of porn sites, purely for the, er, purposes of research, I still haven't come across her, or us...