I was just leaving the house to walk to the train station one morning.
Steve Nextdoor (SND) was standing with his hands on his hips. He was deep in thought, looking at the area in his front garden that used to be a well kept lawn, but now a combination of loose broken paving slabs, and churned up mud. It was like a scene from Glastonbury after the revellers had left.
He catches my eye. "Just about to start putting cement down", he points to the broken slabs. Me: "Don't you need to do some prep first? Measuring? Levelling the ground off?" SND laughs, smugly: "Nope. I don't need to. Never needed measuring. I'm autistic, aint I?" Me: "I'm sorry...What?" SND: "I can do it all from sight". He folds his arms, like he's just told me that he is, in fact, Batman. Me: "Really? I'm pretty sure you probably need to use a spirit level?" SND, smiling: "NOPE!" He taps his head with his finger to remind me that he is a genius, and I am a mere philistine, and walks off.
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