The Four o'clock Freak.

Since moving here, into our new home back in April. I am beginning to realise that the same people are always repeating the same thing everyday. For example, the old man & his shaggy black dog, he always walks past every morning at 9.15. The lady who is on the way to work who is always checking her watch rushes past at midday every Thursday. An old lady who sits at the bus stop, but never catches the bus is herself is always sitting on the bench every weekday afternoon. I just love how these people stick to the same little routine every week.

However. There is one guy who is really starting to freak me out. He's the guy that walks past around 4pm every afternoon, muttering to himself as he walks his old black dog past the house. At 4pm my mum always parks up outside [where the cars are parked in the pictures above], to pick up my nephew - Josh, coming home from school.

Last week I had gone outside to my mum's Range Rover thinking she was in it, but she wasn't. This guy approached me & started to tell me about how his dog, how he found her & that she was old. A normal enough conversation right? Wrong. He then randomly went on to describe to me that she was going to die soon. He wasn't upset or anything, just very matter-of-fact about it. It was just a weird conversation I can't describe. Also, while I had been talking to him, he kept trying to wind up Tats - who I was holding - by waving his hand around his face. Not good when you have an already very-nervous-of-strangers chihuahua. Then, he just walked off muttering to himself. After I had seen my mum & was walking back into the house, he kept turning round to stare.

Since then, I've noticed him walk past every afternoon & he is always staring in through the windows, which freaks me out. When I was in the front garden last week, he walked past & I swear he was cursing under his breath whilst turning to look at me.

Today, My mum was parked up again & had called me to come outside to see her. Who walks past? This freak. He walked past & I heard him say 'Urgh look who it is...' then his voice trailed off into something like 'the rich girl' or 'spoilt girl' something like that. My mum told me that she had seen this guy every afternoon, always walking past, talking to himself & sometimes staring into the car at her too. My mum is the kind of person that knows everyone & everyone knows her & yet, she has no idea who this guy is, but she described him as 'full of hate'.

This entry is a little bit of a rant I'm sorry. But people like this really freak me out. I was telling Dave that he seems so normal [as in he doesn't look disabled, he dresses smartly etc]. He also talked to me quite normally the first time I spoke to him. I've told Dave I do not want to be on my own in the house again, while this guy is around!

I have just realised how much University work I have to do this weekend, urgh. 2000 word dissertation proposal by Monday along with a 500 word idea for something else. The weather forecast for tonight/tomorrow? The worst storms of the year. 80mph winds & a lot of rain. I guess it's the right time to stay in & do my work... I just hope my flower pots & anything else that's loose outside are still there in the morning!

Oh & to finish, a funny conversation Dave & I had this morning:

Dave: Your so easy to sleep with.
Me: What!?
Dave: No, no, no! I don't mean like that. I mean your warm, soft & snuggly.
Me: Oh, okay then =)