So, a few days ago I told you guys about my obsession with all things space-related (yes, that includes David Bowie and Buzz Lightyear).
Last night, the planet Mars was shining a beautiful red colour above my house. In my excitement, I went to grab my binoculars to get a better look.
My house is a semi-detached and I might have mentioned that I don’t really get on with my neighbour (who refuses to acknowledge my cheerful “hellloooo” every morning. Now I just say things like “tabby cat” or “speedo wedgie” to illicit a response. Nothing). Last night, the best view of Mars that I could get with my binoculars was from my back garden, just above my neighbour’s roof.
I peeked through the binoculars, trying to get the focus right. That’s when I heard a really loud cough, and realised that to an observer of my antics, it may have appeared that I was spying on my neighbours in their top floor bedroom from my back garden. With binoculars. Hence my neighbour’s exasperated cough from above.
While I legged it inside (you know, the natural thing to do when you are trying to look less suspicious), I mumbled “I was looking at Mars. Not you guys. Mars.”
So I think it’s safe to say if my neighbours thought I was weird before, they now think I’m completely insane. And related to Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker. Great.