my neighbour speaks english but shouts at his louder-than-bombs grandaughter in a language i do not understand.
he smokes on the back door step and gazes into the middle distance, possibly longing for the day when he no longer feels the need to shout in the foreign language.
he washes up quite a lot, which is nice.
sometimes i see him cuddling his dog.
and he stirs his tea like he's having a grand mal.