Cycling Around in Kentish Town.

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A knock on the window and a tap on the door. A ring of the doorbell. I hide behind the couch knowing whoever has come to visit is looking for the real residents of this house, not me. Why answer a door to confusion and awkwardness? Let's hide. But the visitor is persistent and as he peaks his head to the window I realise it's my Grandad. I bolt up

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[hexendefinitive]

Aw xx