Flat Wars Continues

It's been a long few weeks with many late (post-midnight) nights in the office. On Monday night I got home at a reasonable hour and thought I'd be able to catch up on the sleep I've been missing over the past, oh, four months or so. Currie in her kerchief and I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winters' nap, when all of a sudden (well, not sudden, at 2 a.m.), there arose such a clatter, we sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.

It was some scary faceless entity, buzzing my flat. And I have one of those totally intrusive, scare the bejezus out of you buzzers. Currie cowered under the bed while I somewhat hesitantly answered the intercom, but no one said a word. They continued to buzz. For about two hours. I resorted to screaming out the front windows, craning to see who it was, to no avail. Finally, around 4, I called the police. When they arrived, there was no one there, but the iron gate (arch-nemesis of Gategate 2008) had been broken open with a hammer or crowbar or some such object. That was reassuring.

So much for sleep...I was probably better off at the office.