I’ve never really cared about keeping up with the Jones.
Over the way we have a family of them.
When they park their lovely BMW in their driveway, and park their scruffy work van with glaring small-firm-branding across the road just outside my place. My kitchen window looks out directly onto that van, and I must say it gets rather tiresome.
I could cope with the ladder on top just fine. But recently he’s taken to leaving his flourescent vest-jacket thing hanging over the end and just drives along like that. The temptation to “vanish” the yellowness is getting rather more pronounced.