deux fenêtres, deux cuisines
by jemma margaret
Our kitchen window looks out on our neighbor’s kitchen window.
The other day they were cleaning the kitchen for about three hours. I can see that they have orange boxes that look like Uncle Ben’s rice. They can probably see that we eat perpetually and are always washing vegetables.
It’s a funny relationship.
Thank goodness though, it’s not their bedroom! Or the toilet! Thankfully, the toilet window has no view whatsoever.
Ah, the side effects of city life. To quote the back of a beer bottle:
Son trouble naturel est un gage de qualité.