Neighbours.

We have new neighbours. They've moved into the end flat of the terrace in the last couple of days.

This is what they were treated to this morning.

They see their neighbour from two doors down emerge from his house. They notice that, despite occasionally leaving the house in a smart suit, he is still unshaved, unwashed and in his pyjamas at ten o' clock on a weekday morning.

Having come outside, he then starts to frantically remove his dressing gown, simultaneously desperately and with great care. Dressing gown removed,he puts it on the wall and inspects it very carefully. He steps back and leaves it on the wall. He looks at it. He looks around. He goes back indoors.

He re-emerges some seconds later, now having removed another couple of layers of clothes. He is gripping his left arm.

He performs some sort of dance, shaking his left arm while gripping it round about the elbow.

A small and active mouse falls out of his sleeve and runs across the lawn.

The neighbour goes back inside.

He does not even say 'good morning.'

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