Faded glory

Most days on the way back from work I pass this old house, it's not clear whether it will be demolished or redone. This evening the shutters were open.
Just before, in the park, two scruffy looking guys were poking at the fence around the deer enclosure with a screw driver. Blipready with the phone in my hand, I looked back at them a couple of times. One of them nudged the other. It made it all seem more suspicious. It occurred to me they might want to remove the evidence and take my cameraphone away, but one of them called politely: "M'am, the fence is being redone, we're checking it". So much for my old age fancies. I backblipped yesterday and the day before. Hope to catch up with your weekend entries now!