So, I was sat on that cranky chair in the corner next to the window. Our cat was stretched beside me, on a folding bed.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, not exactly true but someone was trying to make a cheerful tune.
Bang bang, there was so much noise outside! That the cat and I immediately glued ourselves to the bay window.
Apparently, few foxes were digging a lonely bin next to our garden gate.
"So very Typical", I thought and went to shoo the foxes away. Nothing else had happened that day but I do remember it because later, so much later those foxes were suspects in some other activitities in our small corner of the Earth.