*mutter mutter... mumble mumble...*
*drool*
*snore*
Fast asleep. Away in the land of nod am I when...
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
No! Not the polis. Not a hoor demanding sanctuary. But the boy. He has forgotten his keys.
Sleepily I let him in. "Sorry, I forgot my keys, the buzzer isn't working and my phone ran out of batteries" he gasps.
"So how did you get into the building?" I ask, when I've woken up a bit. "Was the door on the latch?"
"Nope" says he.
"Did you press The Nice Council Man With The Drainrod's buzzer?" I ask.
"Nope" says he.
"Punter leaving let you in?"
"Nope."
"Oh. So how did you get in then?"
"I stood outside and shouted up at the window until Master First Floor shouted some abuse out at me. Then he let me in. Once he found out I wasn't punter..."
Brave lad.
Well... Not that many years ago I lived above a brothel in the Grey Toon in Scotland. Out of a confused mixture of irritation and amusement, I started to blog about it.
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