Interesting that the original owner of your neighbour's property also owned a brothel---when Ann and I lived in Edinburgh (which we did for 9 years, just after we got married) we did not, to put it mildly, have much spare cash. There was a period of time when at about 10.30pm, just after the pubs had shut, we got a series of phone calls asking for Mary, or Sue, or Janet. We were totally baffled and intrigued by these calls, all very polite. Eventually we asked one of the callers who they thought that they were calling, to which the answer was "is that no the Reaburn Sauna?" When we answered in the negative, the caller just said "sorry Jimmy" and hung up-----it turned out that the Reaburn Sauna's phone number was only 1 digi out from ours, and it gave "additional services!" and coming out of a pub with maybe more alcohol consumed than was wise, it wasn't difficult, in the dark, to ring the phone number of the sauna slightly wrong. Were we, jokingly, tempted to say--"yes, come on round?"