Ever since we moved to this house though, I have a few reservations. Specifically in the kitchen. The kitchen window faces a row of other kitchen windows, which I regularly peek into. Like ours, most don't have curtains. Or else they don't shut them. We have a flat blind that you're meant to be able to pull down but we broke it when we were looking through the flat before we leased it.
It's not too bad. We're on the top storey of our house and most other houses near us are only one storey or else downhill from us. So I look down into their homes, and I figure they can see me in mine if I'm standing next to the window. Or if they're in that other tall home a street away and I have the lights on at night then I'm sure they can see in too. Or further across the valley where I can see the light from their tv late most nights. If I can see them they must be able to see me right?
So I always put something on when I need to go into the kitchen. Nat mocks me for this a little bit. I almost never see anyone else in any of the other houses, so who is it that's looking at me?
Just the other evening I was standing in the kitchen looking down into the three houses that I have the best view. In one house it's a lounge I think, the next the kitchen sink, and the last also the kitchen sink, but they have curtains that they shut mid-afternoon. I might have been doing something and just absent mindedly been looking out the window as well. Or not. I might have been looking down into these people's homes and doing nothing else. Sorry but I do that. And then I saw a woman walk into the kitchen to the sink. In her underwear.
Trouble is she saw me too.
I abruptly turned around and walked away and didn't let my curiosity get the better of me. She was wearing black though, and in 10 Things I Hate About You they say that girls only wear black underwear when they want it to be seen.
I have since seen her in her kitchen a few more times. Fully clothed.