Posted by sean on October 28, 2008 at 11:53 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments

Something very strange happened to me this morning.

While getting ready to leave for work, I noticed a woman sitting, wearing a dressing gown, on the next door neighbours shed. She then jumped off the shed (which must have been 7 foot high), into the ground floor flat’s garden, wandered around, before attempting to get back into, what I assume to be, her own garden.

I really didn’t know what to do. Should I have phoned the police? There was no chance of her breaking into the ground floor flat and certainly not into mine on the first floor. I don’t think calling 999 would have been appreciated by my apparent neighbour, or necessary – she didn’t appear to be dangerous or hurt.

She just looked like she was high on drugs and reminded me of Amy Winehouse. I have never seen her before and don’t really know where she lives – there are many flats on my road, which change ownership on a frequent basis.

All very freaky. I hope she was OK, but wish I never have to see her or anything like that again!

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