With its own wildlife
Or, in my case, fit to burst.
But I shall try not to, firstly because it wouldn't be pretty, but secondly, and chiefly, because it wouldn't be good for my new regime designed to deal with my scarily-high blood pressure.
But oh, the provocation!
Viewers. In pairs, with their visiting mum (his), then a few days later with her parents who live up the road and declare disbelievingly, in slightly accusing tones, that they hear that I've lived here for 30 years, but that they've never seen me before!
Viewers who tell the estate agent that they have fallen in love with my house.
Viewers who then make an offer that isn't so much low as insulting.
Outrage is a good diluting medium for disappointment; I am outraged.
I tell the agent not to bother relaying idiot offers to me, but to refuse them himself. I have my blood pressure boiler to look after.
I breathe slowly, and go for a long walk through the park.
Nothing more is heard.