I’ve got today – a Monday – off work, and I’ve spent more of the day than is strictly useful looking out of the window. And I’ve made a discovery, which is that unless in some massively unlikely coincidence all my neighbours have also taken the day off, I am the only person on the estate who goes to work. Everyone else has stayed in all day, doing exactly what they do in the evenings and at weekends (I have a good view into several flats from mine; of course, this also means they have a good view of me, but I rarely do anything interesting, so it doesn’t matter).
So if you’re a burglar, don’t bother with my estate. Nobody ever goes out.