I was walking at 2pm this Saturday afternoon with my dad, having a normal conversation (not loud or sweary or anything disruptive) and the number of people sat in their front rooms who stared and glared was astounding. They looked extremely pissed off too. I started to wonder if my clothes had fallen off or something! It must be hard to get anything done if you have to stop and glare at passers-by every 3 minutes.