Updated: Aug 25
Number 22 in the street, the sturdy dark stained house belonging to the Jones family, stood on a prominent hill surrounded by what appeared, to a house-proud eye, to be roughly similar houses. Though No 23 did make Number 22's heart flutter.
Houses 23 and 24 were her family. She regarded the Jones family as nothing less than marauding interlopers who when they had noisily left the house at some ungodly hour for work or school, meant at least she had some peace and quiet.
This gave her time to wink at Number 23, a fine specimen of a house in her view, and to indulge her wilder romantic fantasies about 23 as a possible life partner!