Just back from The King’s Speech about which more later.
Now pondering how to fix my bike.
A neighbour spotted someone hovering by it, and from a safe distance asked him what he was doing.
“Fixing it for my girlfriend Sarah. She lives at number 37.”
There aren’t that many flats in our block, and the neighbour knew it was my bike anyway. She was talking to her son on the ‘phone and felt pretty safe, but the guy moved away round the side of the building to where our recycling bins are. It’s a bit narrow there, and she decided not to follow.
From inside her flat she saw him again by my bike. She opened the window and called out to him once more.
He came over and asked her what business it was of hers. Continue reading