There's an individual who passes in front of our house every morning at the same time wearing precisely the same malapropos get-up - a baggy grey sweater, loose yet heavy pants, oversize dark sunglasses and what also appears to be an XXL black wig.
We've provided him/her with the nickname Groundhog, but V sometimes prefers Sinibaldi.
When we had our security cameras installed one of the technicians opined that we were likely to see all sorts of things, 'hasta duendes'.
It is certainly true that we have since seen a good deal of stuff that cannot be unseen, resulting in a small folder of miscellaneous clips that could never be shared on social media. A pair of siblings making out against our front wall and an orgy inside a police car have really been the least of it.