It's curious, how different people's perceptions can be.
Looking out of the upstairs window from 4/33 Rukutai Street, Susan -- already unsympathetic -- muttered to me: "There's a stagnant stream outside."
There was indeed one of those water features that estate agents persist in calling "a stream", but look to me more like a poorly-finished ditch. I pointed it out to the agent.
"What's the problem? We're well above sea level here," he shrugged.
"Sea level be damned," I retorted. "What about mosquito level?"
"Ah, that's only a problem with stagnant water. That out there, that's running water."
I looked again at the water. A lethargic 'skater twitched its way across the surface.
"That's running, is it?"
Babbling, burbling, gurgling, rushing -- all of these would be entirely false descriptions. Truer descriptions would feature terms such as "ochre", "fecund" and, I felt, quite possibly "leprous". This water wasn't running, it wasn't even sauntering, I seriously doubted if it so much as got out of bed.
Have I mentioned what lying bastards estate agents are?