Through the back window of our London house, I can see snapshots of other people’s lives in the windows of their homes.
I can see the young couple who fight in the kitchen over who is washing and who is drying, who takes the garbage out, who stays home for the delivery man. I can see the mum who planned a birthday party for her daughter, where a guy from the London Zoo came over to the house with different lizards and chameleon type creatures. The children tried to act like they were too cool to show their excitement, but I could feel their eyes shining. I see the single guy who eats alone every night, but has started working on a rooftop patio conversion. I see the old lady who watches the news every night and then falls asleep on the sofa.
Everyone packed so tightly into the converted apartments of the Victorian home, where only a wall divides you, but you barely know each other exists. If this were a game, I would pluck you all from your homes and place you where you should be.
The old lady invited for dinner by the family with two children. There she could tell them how she once was a marine biologist, studying the lives of dolphins. Now that would impress them!
The single man invited to a house party at the home of the fighting couple where he meets his future partner – the brother of the woman – and they soon celebrate their first anniversary on the newly finished patio.
If I could, that is what I would do for you.