The front garden is not space to get cozy in the UK, especially if you live somewhere where neighbours pose for compo face for the local paper, have a triple head crease at the head neck neutral zone, keep white goods or sofas in the front garden etc. I expect if you explore the area where this photo was taken, there is a pub with a flat roof and no other amenities than a chip shop, bookies, vape shop.
For the record, I absolutely love places like this



















I have those random realisations on the theme of ‘hey that woman who was on my sofa last month wanted to have sex with me’
Make sure you’re really mean else I may not notice.