I must be tired because I am slowly freaking myself out. There are strange going ons outside my back door and where as the usual me would plow right in and have a nose, 'Tonight Matthew, I'm going to be a wimp...'
The big curtain is creased so i have now convinced that when i sneak over there to close it, a man in a scream mask is going to be lying in wait, peering in.
If you do hear of my demise it is either the strange water-people [who I'm annoying with the lack of door opening] or the odd drilly/hammery/listen to bohemian rhapsody all the time people of next door....I believe one of their names is Paul.
Actually...i need to know now.
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