It's just a question of taste. That's what my mother used to tell me. We had a neighbour back then who used to kidnap some residents; we found one hanging in a tiny noose once.
These fellows have moved over from their previous residence in Looe at Mrs The Millbrooker's dad's old place.
I can't say that I actually invited them but they have arrived, so...without apology...meet the newest residents of Millbrooker Towers: