Friday, 12 August 2011
Sue, the most confusing thing about sue is the car she chooses to drive. And the most offensive thing about Sue is the fact that I can see her car from my bedroom window. I’m not confused or offended because it is mechanically ludicrous, nor because it is garishly vulgar, rather because it is inexcusable ugly. Her life is a bigger mystery to me then Mick’s his hobbies are clear… the leggings are a clear give away… Sue on the other hand leaves for work in her smart suit at 8.20 on the dot, day-in, day-out… and right now its 5.05 and she has just returned home…
The house itself is a big and double fronted, easily the biggest on the street. Its blue front door and blue guttering frame it well and the rich Ivy working its way across the front from left to right appropriately finishes this honestly quite attractive home. On the east side there is a tin staircase leading up to a exterior door on the second floor… presumably this leads to a flat which has been made of the upstairs… however, that presumption is difficult to maintain… Firstly, I have never in 18 months of amateur stalking seen the same person enter through this door… rather sometimes it is a young family, other times different young professionals without a pram in sight. More recently, it has been Mick himself tirelessly ascending and descending the tin steps so frequently he cannot possibly be achieving anything on the inside. And secondly, if that is a flat I am at a loss to see where those who live downstairs sleep.
Right now though, a man in overalls is leaving… he’s put the key in the lock and walked away, around the back of the house…. He left with a tool box and with a yellow wire hanging from one of the windows… here we have an opportunity for hot off the press speculation… I’m going to suggest he’s fitted a halogen light – but who knows for why!
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