“Ya know what”?
“What”?
“Well it’s like this, city centre, everything is boarded up and looks like it has been for years”
“So? Go on”
“All those boards over the windows”
“Yup I see them, get to the point ffs”!
“And then well, you shimmy between a couple of skips and find a door prized open,that’s not normal is it”?
“No I guess it isn’t”
“Fuck it! let’s go mooch”
Climbing the stairs the stench was quite eye watering, now you know me I love the sweet bitter scent of a derp, but this was something different, a smell of the decay, of human detritus, almost animal like.
Welcome to “stranger things” indeed.
Fresh bog roll, hmm that’s interesting......
.... up in the roof space;; mattress and sleeping bag, I’m thinking yup squatters
“The newspaper is dated 2021”
‘Yup, I can read thank you”
“But that ain’t Estonian script”
“No shit Sherlock! Perhaps they go on holiday too”?
“Don’t be daft”
“Well flipping damn bugger me”
“Thank you, I shall accept your apology in the spirit in which it’s offered”
A handy spot for a lady to store her hair grip, must be a couple on holiday?
Even gypsies tramps and thieves like the feel of fresh underwear now and again, as they shoot all kind of shit into their veins, or perhaps this is the Tallinn covey jab centre?
‘So it’s back down the stairs into daylight and fresh air I guess”
‘Yup”
See, when you mooch on your own, I am never alone, the voices in my head keep me sane.
Tally ho!