With Gemma and other people. There is estate agent showing us all to a terraced house. She says the house is not yet sold or let - she can't understand why as it is quite cosy looking. Pethaps it is because it is empty - no-one is living there. Something is wrong.
We enter the house - it still has furniture etc I look through an internal window. I see a chair in a darkened room, up against the wall. I say to the others 'look! Someone is sitting in it!'. Someone calls me out on my bullshit.
We are now in the garden of the house. It is a long garden, a concrete path running through the s has ort grass. Someone says something about the previous owners. I reply, saying something about how the old owners must have 'aged decades' trying to walk the length of the very long garden.
On the left of the garden is the back wall of another house. We have reached the last part of the garden. I think there is always this odd space at the end of all gardens that no-one comes to. I imagine - briefly - what it would be like to play here as a child.
A small tree, a watering can, paving stones set in small paths - maybe a shed to the right?
Next, I am walking alone up the corner of Battenhall Road at night. I am rushing to get up to London Road I look to my left into what seems to be the small grounds of a school. I see two people there walking towards me. They have the feeling of dog walkers. This momentarily concerns me. I realise they are ages away, and I have nothing to worry about as long as I get as move on on.
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