Curtain twitching in Suburbia.

"There she goes"
There's a lady that lives at the top of the road who walks up the hill past our house every night. She walks very slowly from the bus stop at the bottom and by the time she has navigated the slight incline she is going at snails pace.
"Which house does she live in then?" I ask husband who seems to know 'who lives where' right up the road to the end of the close. I however, am not very observant and have no idea who anyone is unless they live within 3 houses each way!
"She lives at the top, the house with the Range Rover" He replies.
The man that drives the Range Rover looks quite trim and fit for his age. I look at her again, poor thing, puffing and panting up the road. They don't appear to sort of 'go together'.
"The Range Rover?" I comment "Poor thing, you'd think he'd pick her up from the bus stop at least"
"She looks like Zorba the Greek!" Husband says.
"That's really horrible"
"I didn't mean it like that"
"Well, in what way did you mean it then?!"
I had better stay trim in my old age I guess.

We're off for a child free weekend. See you soon. Byeeeee