A few nights ago we noticed a spotlight. In our backyard.
Pamela went to investigate.
It turned out that there was filming going on in the house behind ours.
We started bouncing ideas off each other. Is it porn? Maybe a photo shoot? No one lives there, and the garden is unkempt, so maybe a public service announcement on how you should keep your lawn manicured?
It turned out to be this:
We were excited. Stupid excited, since we don't even watch Polish television.
We sent Pamela on a recon mission. I sent her with my camera. She returned with these:
Dylan made her stand on the fence and "prune the trees", which Pamela has never done and when she does it, it looks as though she is braiding the tree's hair.
When they spotted her, she said "What? I'm just standing here on my fence post in MY backyard. Pruning my trees. It's MY backyard, I can do what I want!"
Probably good that they didn't speak English.
The things we leave behind.
10 hours ago