Some people enjoy collecting coins, playing hockey or hanging out with friends. I read diaries..?

after I write them. The other night I was yearning to expend some time on my leisure pursuit, and luckily as I proceeded to trot down my street on the way home from chess I discovered the ideal window sill and instantaneously became keyed up. I hurried home, seized a vacant diary and placed myself directly in front of the windowpane. I quite enjoy making up what I believe to be what the person inside would inscribe in their memoir. Little did I know the individual inside would be upset and come after me with a frying pan. Can anyone make clear the reasons for why they felt such hostility towards me?