For the last week or so there has been a funny smell – a bit like old socks and rotting rubbish – in the area right outside my flat. It’s not coming from my flat so I can only conclude it’s from the bloke next door.
Yesterday as I was fumbling with my keys to get in, a little thought popped into my head. Maybe my next door neighbour had died in there? Then I chuckled to myself at the foolish notion.
The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t remember hearing him go in or out anytime recently. I’ve now convinced myself that his bloated corpse is sat in a chair with a half eaten pizza on his lap.
I think my imagination needs some serious help….