Certainly
Number 6 was looking for reassurances, by listening to the telephone’s dialling
tone, the view out of the window. The hot and cold taps of the shower having
been put on the wrong way round, to make nothing of the area of dry rot behind
the writing bureau which was made good about 12 months before. Further proof of
his whereabouts is the fact that there is no little window above the recliner
where that large wooden carving is. This to make sure of his current
surroundings, after all he must have remembered what took place during The
Chimes of Big Ben.’ There he was having arrived in what he thought to be an
office in London which he
knew very well, when he was back in The Village all the time. But this time
it’s different, Number 6 travelled halfway across London to get to
his house, and there’s no faking that. So he has to be back in his home in London , or is he? Because
looking at it there is something which is still not quite right about this
room. That front wall has a curve to it, which is fine for his cottage in The
Village, but in London that is the
front wall of his house and should be flat. This room is a mishmash, it belongs
neither in The Village nor London , but
somewhere in between.
Be seeing you
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