Been renting here for 6 months. 1st day in and my hubby (as usual) gets talking to the local strange one. He lives in the run down house on the corner - filthy house, black and torn nets, overgrown to jungle rating, car rusting away. Well, this morning, hubby comes in very excitedly with the Sunday papers saying he has just seen into funny blokes house (he lives with funny woman too!) as he has his front door open. The mess is unbelievable, stuff piled so high he wonders how they get up the stairs. Yet he chats away oblivious to how he lives as if its how everyone lives too.