I just stepped out of my ISO-office due to the dog wanting to savagely chew through the fence in order to awkwardly confront a delivery man, unsure of what she might do if she succeeds as she’s never gotten that far before and she’s not physically aggressive enough to hurt anything or anyone.
As I did so one of the neighbours shouted across the street ‘How are you?’ whilst suspiciously eyeing me up and down and then looking at the caravan behind me.
But as I waved a cheerful hello back I thought I spied an ounce of ‘Ohhhhh, what’s THAT then?’ (the type of look that seems to speak in italics) as they spied the caravan. I can only assume that they’ve assumed that there’s some sort of inter-marriage apocalypse happening and I have been banished to the place of no-big-TV.
As far as I’m aware this isn’t true as I don’t recall any sort of catastrophic bust up but it has sparked my anxiety enough that I am going to start bringing the internal garage clicker remote downstairs to work with me now, just to make sure that I haven’t spontaneously lost my memory or gotten an undiagnosed aneurysm or brain tumour.
You can never be too careful…