Oh, it's you again!
Got home from tennis just before 9pm and who should I see curled up asleep on the grass under my bedroom window? I opened the window as quietly as possible and fired off a quick burst of frames, which as usual got his attention for a few seconds. Then, after giving me his classic resigned stare, he settled back down to some serious dozing.
I've never known any of them to sleep so close to the flats, I can only assume that the people downstairs are out for the evening and the dog next door is locked in.
I couldn't help noticing that the old chap is looking decidedly more grey this year - but then again he probably thought the same thing about me!