The joys of neighbour watching

I have to report we have some ‘new people’ moved in next door.
The chap pulled up in a very utilitarian, box–Luton type, van (diesel) (electrical tail-lift) and deftly reversed into a very cosy space outside our house, just nudging the old Merc back a few inches – I looked at it from the window for a while but then decided it was much better where he left it than where I had on my return from the shops earlier. In any case I couldn’t be bothered to change my vest and exchange slippers for shoes to just go outside for an engagement in a remonstration. Anyway that aside, he and his significant other then spent a hectic afternoon moving chattels from the van to the house whilst our two childs looked on from the safety of the window sill and reporting anything interesting looking, to me reclining on the sofa reading the paper and watching moto GP. Anyway, evening came and with the van apparently empty, their front door was shut. Lo and behold a few minutes later the chap was out the back erecting his shed – well I have to admire his stamina and assignment of priorities. He even got the felt roof on in the rain – I waved a couple of times from the upstairs bedroom and raised my mug of tea in respect but he didn’t seem to notice me in my deckchair I’d arranged next to the window so I could see how he put the shed together – nails not screws – he’ll learn. His other came out after a while in an anorak and held a pot of clout nails presumably so he didn’t have to keep getting down off the roof when he dropped his handful. I called from the window once or twice with witticisms to keep him from flagging but as I say, I don’t think he noticed. Still, we’ve got plenty of time to get acquainted. I'll need to knock his door soon enough – I need to get him to replace his fence as it is a bit lopsided now after I nailed the cable to my shed to it and the boys keep kicking the panels – bless them.