south west voyeur

is it me, or are the lives of people living opposite fascinating to all? I happen to live on a busy main road in balham, and opposite are hundreds of flats, all with their own lives going on. Much like fat naked guy from friends, I am beginning to invent whole stories for my neighbours. The lesbian students who sunbathe on the roof, the guy who never leaves, probably a psychopath, and the family who never seem to sit still. It's extraordinary how many lives go on around you, and how little you know about any of it.