Andy came back from work about an hour ago. Said that as he went to enter the Mews there was a man standing with his back to him. The man was wearing a white shirt, and stood in the dead centre of the empty Mews. Andy rattled his keys. The man shuffled on toward the arch at the end of the Mews - through which the dead street lamp waits for autumn. Andy opened the door, looked up and the man had gone, presumably into one of the flats, or more sinisterly, into the darkness through that arch at the end.
More sake.
I've got work tomorrow morning. Should go to bed. Can't be bothered. Hear Andy move about in the bathroom.
Have broken the 'i' key on my laptop keyboard. Surprising how many times you use 'i' when writing. Or not. I wonder what happened to it?
Ah well.
More sake.
