Mrs Catsitter from 2 doors down is having her end of terrace garden wall rebuilt as it was becoming unsafe.
I went upstairs to get changed after work today and looked out of the bedroom window to see a young bricklayer busily engaged in his craft. I watched him for a few minutes - checking his workmanship was up to scratch, you understand. so for a giggle I sent a text message to Mrs Catsitter.... "Lookin good in the garden and the wall's not bad either!"
I took another little look out of my window to see...Mrs Catsitter showing the young brickie her phone and pointing up at my bedroom window. ARGH. The shame!
