After moving into a new neighbour and setting up, Johnny found themselves sitting outside in the blistering sun, trying to relax after lots of unboxing.

His eyes bounced across the street until they landed upon his neighbour in their garden — his breath caught in his chest as he leaned forward in his seat and cleared his throat.

“Jesus Christ.. that’s a sight fer sore eyes..” He chuckled to himself as he tried to look as subtly as he could — accent prominent even in a whisper.