I watch, then call: “What are you doing?”
“Windows,” terse reply.
“Why are you climbing a gate?”
I am the nosy neighbour I always vowed I’d never be!
“Got to get around the back,” he justifies.
“Are they expecting you?” I gesture to the front door.
“Yeah, told them I’d be here today.”
“Ok, just checking, there’ve been a lot of break-ins around here.”
I go back inside but something snags in my brain.
No car, no bucket, no water sloshing.
Is that glass breaking?