Sunset through net curtains

What sort of person has net curtains, I hear you ask?

True story. 

Once upon a time, our neighbour's house was inhabited by a renowned paedophile. When Mrs. Ottawacker and I were looking for a house, we had a very limited budget, As in just enough for a cardboard box under a bridge.

Our realtor, who was a visit away from being fired, brought us to our current location, in an area that was so far out of our price range, it could only mean there was sever structural damage to the house - a mold-ridden basement, severe structural defects, no roof.... The only issue seemed to be the lot next door, which had been vacant for a few years.

Try as we might, we couldn't find out what the problem was. We hired appraisers and structural engineers. Brought in friends with expertise and relatives with skill. Nothing revealed itself. So we bought, and moved in three months later. The day after we move in, as in literally the next day, I read in the Ottawa Citizen that aforementioned renowned paedophile had died in prison. And that he had previously been resident in a house at an address very much resembling our next-door neighbour's empty house.

Within a week, a couple of properties had gone up for sale in the street. This I put down to the demise of the sicko, and not the arrival of the Ottawackers. 

Net curtains also explained. We had simply kept them out of laziness. 14 years later, they are still up...