The apartment building across the street looked promising, when we first moved in. With about 15 windows within direct view of our sitting room, the building, we thought, would provide my flatmate Paul and I with lotsa 'people-watching' opportunities. We were prepared to have the neighbors figured out within, at most, a couple weeks.
At his last flat, on Alva Street, Paul and his flatmates had a direct view into six flats. Within a year of living there they had 'figured out' four of the six. There was Grooming Man who was a caretaker of a chess club (information gleaned from the Internet, legally) who groomed himself constantly. Next door to him lived four guys, one of whom moved away to Australia. Above them lived a gay poet with a taste for Victorian furniture. To the right of him was Ugly Almost Naked Man who did not do much besides sit on his sofa, in underwear. Above UANM was Single Lady Whose Parents Came to Visit Quite Often. Next to her was a couple who kept respectable hours, as far as Paul could tell.
But here on Perth Street, no such luck. We have Single Smoker Lady, and downstairs there's Boring Nordic Man, and a family, and The Guy With the Blue Light. Tonight I found out that The Guy With a Blue Light has a baby cat, who I could have been watching all this time. Meow.