The view from our back window is fairly depressing. We live three floors above a busy commercial street, so our “back court” (the area where wheelie bins thrive) is actually the flat roof of a restaurant, all stainless steel extractor fans and outlet vents.
We can see various neighbours’ back courts at their vista of junk, including mountains of seldom-touched outdoor children’s toys, dropped bicycles with training wheels still attached, and hopeless lockdown purchases: mini trampolines, hooded barbeques, not used since we moved downmarket almost four years ago. There’s a fridge-freezer out there, and a never-again-to-be-collected wheelie bin with planks of wood burping out of it.
What frequently cheers me up though, when looking out of said window, is the sight of my downstairs neighbour walking his cat.
The cat is quite a fancy longhaired breed, but he seems to cooperate quite demurely with his master’s antics.
He’s not even on the lead today.
Sir, are you feeling any better? I hope so! My son had eczema as a kid and I always felt so bad for him. So, I (somewhat) understand the hell it can be. 🙁
Thanks for asking Todd. I’m still not out of the dark, but there seem to be improvements with each week. Started a new course of phototherapy today with a good new dermatologist. Fingers crossed. Sincerely thanks for asking.