Sometimes I don't mind a bit of company.

But man, three can be a crowd.

At times like this, I go visit the old guy a couple of houses down. His roof is always a good bet for a bit of peace and quite. He's as grumpy as me, so we seem to get on and the others don't follow. If I a pull faces at his window, he comes out and gives me a boiled egg or some chicken. I have my own bowl there and everything.

He stinks like whisky.

A quick wash after lunch.

Then enjoy the rest of the afternoon in the best company of all, my own.