Shutting the window on my neighbor

A few days ago, there was a knock on my door. It was about 2 pm, and I wasn't expecting anyone.

A rather large man in chef's whites filled the frame, his hat gripped tightly in his hand. I blinked and wondered why he'd knocked - luckily my Chinese fiance was home, and so I was able to find out.

Over a cup of tea, it transpired that he worked in the restaurant downstairs, and he had a bone to pick with me.