Tsumani of singlets
I used to live in a garden flat…
…which wasn’t strictly a garden flat, as the bedroom part of it was still part of the 300 year old house and the room above it housed a constantly shuffing mature American student. The garden was also not so much a garden, but an overgrowth of scratchy plants and things. The landlady, Mary, was also a nosy eccentric woman who got bitchy occasionally and snapped when I accidentally left the window open once to freshen the room up while she was showing a tenant around. I managed six months there before moving out in August 2002. Anyway, the bizarre view outside the room one day was of a whole line full of singlets!