Well, my dears, just as I was beginning to think that matters were calming down, things suddenly change. I can’t exactly tell you what’s happening, because I don’t know. Come on, do you really think that I wouldn’t tell you, if I could? Now I know that sometimes I hold information back – but that is by strict instructions from the police or security services.
No, this is different – and I hadn’t been expecting it at all. Yesterday, I noticed a couple of men going into Philip’s flat – well, not exactly – but I actually heard some noises which came from that direction, and so I popped to my front door. As I opened it, I could hear people talking, but not loudly enough for me to make out what they were saying. I can’t see Philip’s door from my position but knew that his door must be open, otherwise I wouldn’t hear them at all. I didn’t want anyone to think I want hanging around, so I decided the best point of view for me would be to get a nice cup of tea and take it to my favourite chair by my window. You remember it – where I keep my binoculars. Yes, so that’s what I did.
I quickly made my drink, and took it, together with the biscuit tin, to the coffee table by the window. I got myself comfortable and prepared to wait. While I was sitting there, I saw quite a few folk wandering around. Teddy and Harry, her little dog, had just come out of The Roasted Bean. I think Teddy must have got one of those – now what do they call them – oh yes, I remember, “coffee to go”. In other words she didn’t have the time to sit and drink it properly. They are always rushing round these young girls. It’ll catch up with them one of these days. Anyway, Teddy had a large container in one hand which looked the shape of a mug, so that’s what I assume she had.
She looked up towards my window and waved. That was nice of her, so I reciprocated while Harry bounced round her feet. Two seconds later my phone pinged. It was a message from Teddy which said “sorry, haven’t the time to pop up for a coffee today, just on my way to a job. Can I call in tomorrow or Saturday for a catch-up”. Well of course I’m always pleased to see her and Harry – so I responded to say that it would be lovely to see them both.
Gosh I’ve got side-tracked again. You really must stop me when I go wandering off on a tangent my dears. I was actually waiting to see if I could see who it was who had been in Philip’s flat. A short time later, two men came out of the front of the building. Now they must have gone through the security door, so they will be on CCTV, if necessary. That’s always good to know. Presumably they came in that way too. In that case they must have a security fob, or someone else must have let them in. In any case, they walked out of the front gates and must have gone down the road because I couldn’t see them.
After that I forgot all about them. I’ve been making some progress with my knitting – not as much as I would have liked – but some. I’m knitting myself a waistcoat for the cooler days. It’s nice just to be able to slip another layer on, and I’d rather do that than turn the heating up. It gets so stuffy when the radiators are on. I don’t mind having them on in the background, to take the chill off, but it gets very warm so quickly.
What was I saying – oh yes, I forgot all about the men who were at Philip’s flat yesterday, until I heard some banging a few minutes ago. Well, I had to see what was going on – and as I opened my door, I saw that Philip’s sofa was being carried by two men towards the lift. I rushed back to my window, and at the front parked just below me was a removal van. As I stood there the two men came out of the building and carried the sofa into the van. They were followed by two more men, each carrying a chair. That’s all very odd – is Philip having new furniture delivered while he is away? That doesn’t make any sense at all.
As I stood watching, it seemed to me that all of Philip’s possessions were being loaded into the van. I went back to my door and opened it, just in time to see one of the men walking back towards Philip’s flat. I managed to have a word and asked if Philip was having new furniture delivered. He replied that he didn’t think so and they were emptying the flat completely, as there were cleaners arriving tomorrow morning to ensure that it would then be ready for a new tenant to move in.
What on earth is going on? Why won’t Philip be returning to his flat? Has something happened to him? The last thing I knew was that everyone said that he was fine, and that they expected he would be released soon. And now this! Where is Philip? I must find out because this has happened out of the blue. I need to know that he is OK and that nothing untoward has occurred. I must go now my dears but I will be back as soon as I have anything to tell you. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx