Homeland
I am afraid I cannot explain how I got home so quickly from Tristan da Cunha. Sleep embraced me and when I woke up I was back here in South Yorkshire. Miraculous. Just round the corner from us there's a street called Gisborne Road. The houses on that street are typically suburban - mostly neat semi-detached properties with gardens. Residents care for their homes and maintain them responsibly. They wash their cars and trim their hedges. Tradesmen's vans parked outside evidence electrical work, plumbing and painting and decorating. However, there's one house on the street that speaks of neglect and disorder. Rumours have surrounded it for years and there have been late night shenanigans and police visits. Windows have been smashed and occasionally music has blasted out from the place at high volume. I am very glad that we don't live next door. A few days ago, I walked past the house and noticed that the front door had changed. Instead of the traditional panelled door ...