As Shepton bathes in glorious sunshine, it is awfully quiet outside for a change. Not even the chavs have bothered to head outside for the day - despite the gloriousness. Maybe things have changed since I've been in Lowestoft, perhaps they've all left for less depressing areas - Bristol perhaps? Chance would be a fine thing.
The one thing that has changed it seems, is my next door neighbour or rather, his squeeze anyway. His wife (who worked at Yeo Valley Yoghurts) doesn't seem to come around much any more, but there is this other woman - jet black hair, face like a wet trout, smoker - and yes she does give off that lady of the night vibe, though it's possible she's just a slapper (if you'll excuse the phrase). He does insist on her going outside to smoke though so either a) He really cares about property values, b) He's a psycho who needs to be in control and force his new squeeze to do what he wants or c) He's having it away whilst his Mrs isn't around.
Answers on a postcard...
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