Nosy bastards.
I'm sick of people looking through our window whenever they go past the house and judge me for sitting in my PJs at 3pm on a Saturday and scoffing down shortbread.
Why must they look in? Then why must they be like urgh look at her? It's my house, i'll do what I want - next time i'll put something horrible in the room then you'll never look again!
Wouldn't mind that cute little squirrel up there looking through though awwww.
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