The view from the window is pretty mundane, ordinary, and peaceful. A quiet street, typical suburbia with bungalows and neatly manicured lawns. Apart from the odd dog walker you could stare out for hours and nothing out of the ordinary can be noted. However, the house opposite, lives an old lady who when I moved here three years ago was aged ninety nine! Now, maths not being my strongest point but that seriously makes her relatively old. Call me morbid but you do see her carers arrive every day to check on her and for some reason every time I look out the window I’m thinking… when is her time up? I also cant help thinking did she get a birthday card from the Queen when she turned one hundred. Mad random thoughts I hear you cry, maybe they are, or maybe it’s just because the street is so boring that it’s the only thing to think about.