This is a true story that happened a few years ago.
We live in northern England and at that time we lived in a small house on a terraced street (imagine Coronation Street and you get the idea!).
There were several houses on our row with further houses on the adjacent streets at right angles that formed a private communal square garden area to the rear of our houses whilst the front of the houses opened straight onto the street.
Dave lived next door with his wife and they were a quiet couple, we got on well but they kept themselves to themselves in general.
His wife Lindsay was a 'bigger' girl and Dave was a similar age to me, in fact I had known him from school and we had played football together for the sane team.
He was a stocky guy a little shorter than me but good looking with piercing blue eyes and closely cropped hair. A friendly guy with a good sense of humour and good fun.
At the time I was working long hours to meet tight deadlines and would often be home late. i would arrive home then eat, shower and go to bed after an hour or so with my wife Rachel. The kids were much younger then and were always in bed when I got home.