Our kitchen is at the front of the house. The window is partly screened by ivy, and it’s a cul de sac so there aren’t many passing pedestrians. Really the only time this presents any sort of a problem is when I come in for a run, dash upstairs to the bathroom, strip all my kit off, and then really need a drink. So I hobble back downstairs all naked and running with sweat to get a pint of water at the kitchen sink, which is by the front window. I worry that the postman will choose that moment to put in an appearance; I find him annoying enough as it is. I should be allowed to stand naked in my own kitchen, though, really.