I am woken up by some kind of commotion in the night. Music, noise, lights. Flashing lights in my room coming through the curtains. I realise that the dreadful people across the road are being arrested. I peek through a gap in the curtains, and see a man crouched in the doorway. I pull back into the darkness of my room. I do not want to be spotted.
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The Co-op in what appears to be London Road, Brighton. A happy dog is running about. One of the store staff, an older lady, I explains to me, that the dog is hers, and she is now allowed to bring it into work. 'I've never seen her so happy, now that she has her customers she says of the dog. The dog is certainly a happy one, running about, outside the store front, then back again. I crouch down,a nd the dog comes up to me. The dog, though small, is surprisingly strong, and pushes me onto my back. I look up. One of the store staff looks down at me. I am afraid I have got in the way of him putting out a delivery - though it is unclear whether I am or not.
Tuesday, 15 January 2019
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