The first night in my new house I spent a long time getting ready for bed–it was hard to find everything that I needed in the moving jumble. In the meantime I left the curtains wide open–enjoying the night view of my neighbor’s garden and my own. So, for about fifteen minutes I walked around the room rather naked (sort of my version of what a friend calls “the naked walk”–how when you have your own home you can have the pleasure of wandering around in the nude whenever you want to). It wasn’t until last night when I was driving to the house at night, approaching it from the back rather than the front–that I realized my bedroom window is in full view of the street running alongside it. It’s a fairly quiet street, but it’s not *that* quiet.