On the pavement next to the junction box with “Kate is gay” written on it, there was a pair of soiled boxer shorts and two smashed Stella bottles.
When I got to work, a group discussion about sandwich filling preferences was taking place. I suggested to Debbie she might try peanut butter and cucumber but she said she couldn’t because she doesn’t like ‘sweet and sour stuff’.
10am: I found a pair of glasses in the street – thick old lady ones in a leather case. I knocked at a nearby house to see if somebody might recognise them, but there was no reply. I tried the house next door. There was nobody there either. I crossed to the house opposite and walked up the driveway – past the caravan with the punctured leather football stuffed over the tow bar. I could see through the window of the front room and behind the display of beer steins on the window sill, there was a man on a settee with the television on. I knocked on the door but the man didn’t move. I rang the bell and knocked again, harder; he still didn’t move. I went to knock on the window but as I got closer I realised he was asleep. I didn’t wake him up, I went next door, where I could see another man sitting in front of a television. I knocked at the door and, once again, the man didn’t move; he was asleep as well. Eventually (another two doors down) somebody answered their door; a woman with short grey hair and a beige fleece. She took the glasses from me and said she thought they belonged to a neighbour; “I bet she’ll have dropped them on the way to the bus stop. She’ll have grabbed something out of her bag...” said the woman, twisting round and miming grabbing something from an imaginary bag, “...she’ll have yanked at it and pulled her glasses out by mistake. Thanks love, I’ll bob over with them when she gets back”.
At the school, a boy of about nine years old jumped in front of me and shouted, “Hello, random post guy!”
Just down from the yellow grit bin that’s overgrown with nettles and Mrs Lister’s Clematis – where Dick got a nail in his foot – an elderly couple were waiting for me to pull up in my van. He, in head-to-toe beige, her, in head-to-toe pale lavender, both with reactolite glasses in full anti-glare bloom. “Anything exciting for us!” shouted the lavender lady as I got out. “No. Next door” I said. “You want to get a coat” said the man “They’re very good those fleeces but they don’t keep out the rain!”
According to the poster on the lamp-post, the cat with the bit of tinsel around its neck is still missing.