Whilst I was fighting with my PC last night, the local constabulary were arresting someone outside my door. Couldn’t determine what he had done, and I couldn’t exactly linger in the doorway without being obvious. Shame, as I was eaten up with curiosity.
Earlier in the evening, a policeman had looked in my door and asked me if I was alright. I had my front door wide open to try and let some air through the flat, and I guess it might have looked like I’d been burgled (my hall isn’t that messy, though!).
separating the wanted from the unwanted