I just came in and there was a large suitcase standing in the hall outside the ground floor front. As I'm sure we all know, burglars will often use luggage they find on the premises they're burgling to pack stuff up, ready for a quick getaway, so I viewed this anomalous portmanteau with some concern.
I had a quick glance at the doors of the two downstairs flats and they showed no signs of damage. Heading upstairs to my own abode, everything seemed OK.
However, just as I entered my flat, I heard movement below. Suspecting that some miscreant might have concealed himself (it's usually a he) within one of the flats below and was now about to make off with whatever stolen property he had garnered, I went back down to apprehend them in the act
The male component of the couple downstairs was reaching out of the door, naked except for a towel around his waist, trying to drag the suitcase back into the flat. He looked at me sheepishly.
"Oh, hi, sorry, I was just wondering why this was in the hall," says I.
"Yeah, it's the Missus's," he replied, nodding at me with one of those "You know how it is" expressions but getting even more sheepish as he tried to keep the towel in situ with one hand whilst still keeping control of the suitcase, which was steering badly.
At least they aren't shouting the house down and slamming doors continuously this time, although there's the odd bit of moderately loud door-closing going on from time to time. They're a very nice couple to have as neighbours apart from these random occasions when they have a massive row.
Ho hum
I had a quick glance at the doors of the two downstairs flats and they showed no signs of damage. Heading upstairs to my own abode, everything seemed OK.
However, just as I entered my flat, I heard movement below. Suspecting that some miscreant might have concealed himself (it's usually a he) within one of the flats below and was now about to make off with whatever stolen property he had garnered, I went back down to apprehend them in the act
The male component of the couple downstairs was reaching out of the door, naked except for a towel around his waist, trying to drag the suitcase back into the flat. He looked at me sheepishly.
"Oh, hi, sorry, I was just wondering why this was in the hall," says I.
"Yeah, it's the Missus's," he replied, nodding at me with one of those "You know how it is" expressions but getting even more sheepish as he tried to keep the towel in situ with one hand whilst still keeping control of the suitcase, which was steering badly.
At least they aren't shouting the house down and slamming doors continuously this time, although there's the odd bit of moderately loud door-closing going on from time to time. They're a very nice couple to have as neighbours apart from these random occasions when they have a massive row.
Ho hum
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