It’s dark, but I have to know if he’s here. I don’t want to knock
as it’s late and I’ll be shouted at; but I have to look for clues. I slowly
lift the latch and creep into the back garden. Perhaps I can see whether or not
his things are here. There’s a security light, but hopefully it’s not too
bright. As I reach the back of the garden, the light comes on. It’s powerful;
it seeps through the foliage, and I can instantly see that the blinds are open,
and through the glass a blue Sky TV screen menu is displayed in the living room.
I look up, and there’s a window open upstairs. There’s definitely someone home,
and they definitely haven’t retired for the night, and they’ve definitely spotted
it. I have to knock on the door and announce my presence with an excuse before I
am discovered; otherwise the situation could be far worse if it’s the other way
around.
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