Xfe is away for 10 days. He's working in La Reunion, where we went on the second part of our honeymoon.
When Xfe is home, we sleep with the window open and the blind up. When he is away, the window is locked and the blind closed. I'm easily scared.
Our block of apartments is behind a security gate. There are only 3 apartments behind the gate, and 3 on the other side through a separate security gate.
Unless the gate has been left open (very unusual-there are only 3 of us that use it, and we are all security conscious), only we can open it.
At about 11.30pm last night I was in bed asleep - after a late night out (well, by my standards).
I had fallen asleep listening to the radio. I was awoken by knocking on the glass panel on my front door. My actual front door. Up the spiral staircase that is through the security gate and leads only to my door.
At first I thought it might just have been the radio. But then there was another sharp knock.
I was dreading looking out of the bedroom door. I'd see the glass panel in my door, and no doubt whoever was at the door. No doubt they would be looking into my flat.
As you will have seen if you clicked on the link about me being easily spooked, I am terrified of catching a face staring back at me through the panel.
In an instant I thought that it might be a neighbour - our neighbour downstairs moved to Singapore in February. His parents were in his flat last week, and they mentioned that a tenant was moving in this last weekend. I didn't see them/him/her move in, but I did hear them. So possibly it was them - more than one.
Another knock. Just as I was about to get up, I heard voices. Then footsteps down my stairs. Then the door downstairs closing.
The person at my door was there for the new neighbour. Phew, but I was spooked.
Probably, just being newly moved in, they told their visitor to come up the stairs and to the door...whereas there are in fact 2 sets of stairs, the first up to my stairs (and the lane leading onto the door downstairs). The second set being the staircase to my door.
So at least I now that it's a bloke or two (remembering the handsome one from when I was leaving) downstairs. And it was another bloke visiting.
It must surely be that even more gay-ers have moved in. Such a ghetto!
2 comments:
Glad you survived. I also live behind locked gates and would find someone knocking on our actual door pretty scary.
Pitty though that we don't expect the neighbour sugar routine anymore. Bryn
Hmm. There seem to be too many comings and goings, and my mind is racing with suggestions. But I shall keep them to myself for the moment.
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