the first summer after I moved in here I noticed a special treat. On the really hot nights, my neighbour across the street would walk around her apartement naked. As far as I could tell from the distance – and, no, I did not use binoculars or whatever – she was pretty decent looking.

I did not actively watch her, of course, but it was nice to come into your living room and see a nude chick across the street.

Those days are over, once and for all. The lady moved out. Instead the apartement is now inhabited by a fat old single man.

Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose.

At least he does not seem to undress in front of the window – and he does know how to use curtains. So it could be (much) worse.