(Just talking with a friend.)
“Of course I understand the saying – an Englishman’s home is his castle. I get it. I respect it. You know, you keep your privacy, let others keep theirs. I get that.
“I’ve neighbours I’m friendly with and they’re friendly back but we don’t go in and out of each other’s homes. We don’t say much at all really. Just hello and how are you and stuff about the weather and that. No details. I mean, I only know where one of my neighbours works. They just go off and do whatever it is they do.
“And that’s all fine. But I’ve got to admit I love looking into people’s houses. Through their windows when I walk by. Strangers. Neighbours. Anyone. I don’t have to know anything about whose house it is. I just like looking at how people furnish their lives. What they surround themselves with. Decoration.
“I suppose that makes me a bit of a hypocrite but it’s not like I’m trying to learn anything about anyone. I mean, I respect their privacy still. It’s not like I’m ringing their door bell and giving them the third degree.”